Last night, before our 10 pm study at the gym, the owner (also our neighbor) shook his phone as he made a comment and his light (for unlocking doors and such I guess) came on. Made me think that the more we are jarred and shaken in this broken world, the more we will shine.
Times are when we must work in the fog, and slog through the mud, having only a general sense of the right direction and little notion of progress.
The waves toss wildly. The winds tear at our clothes and bring tears to our eyes. The fury of the storm causes us despair. The low, dark clouds oppress with their heavy burden. The screeching and banging deafens our ears. O Soul, prove your faith by trusting in the Lord in the midst of the tempest. Trials will end and suffering will cease, but God’s love is everlasting. His calm is in the eye of the storm.