God is our refuge in the storms. And every storm does have an ending. Some are loud with thunder and ominous clouds–and then just pass by. Some come quickly with devastating power and consequences. I remember a storm this summer, the birds were the first to realize it was coming. But they stayed seated on the wires, trusting they would be fine.
Even when I was at my worst, I felt blessed to be able to turn to God. I knew that He had created me, loved me, and wanted better for me. I took refuge in Him and it helped.
I hope that you are able to take refuge in Him.
I also hope that you understand you don’t have to stand alone. That was my mistake, I tried to fix it myself, and I needed a community of people to help me. Let us pray for you. Leave a comment today here, or on the facebook page of how we can pray for you this Blue December.
One prayer at a time.