This storm caught me by surprise. Since recovery my life has been smooth
sailing, or it was until 2 months ago.
Now, on the surface my boat appears to be sinking. I’m shoveling buckets of water out but the
rain keeps coming. The enemy wants me to
sink, to give up, to lose hope. He wants
me to take that drink. At times part of me wants to resort to my old ways of
coping, but I’m thankful the reservoir of hazy memories of my former drinking
days reminds me of the dangers of that path.
Relapse is not an option.
But how do I look beyond the storm? I have to take my eyes off myself, my
situation. I cannot become bitter by the
lies or allow myself to fall into self-pity.
Jesus is still in the boat with
me. He hasn’t given up on me so I cannot
be overcome by the waves of fear and doubt. I must remain optimistic. My life still has purpose even though several
of my dreams have been shattered. No
storm can blow me out of His hand.
Though my situation is desperate, God is a deliverer of miracles and able to do far more than I can ask or imagine (Ephesians 3:20). So I must have faith. How does faith work during the storm? I either trust Him or I don't. There is no middle ground. As much as I wish he would have prevented the storm, I have to trust that He sees the bigger picture. Most of this is beyond my control, but nothing is out of His control. I will trust even when things do not appear to be going as I would like. His thoughts are not my thoughts,
neither are His ways my ways (Isaiah 55:8). Sometimes a simple change in perspective
allows me to see the rainbow hidden by the storm clouds.