Storms and hope

 

Last night, something beautiful happened.

I couldn’t sleep—not from worry or noise, but from this strange dryness in my soul. It was like I needed something deeper than rest. I walked into the living room intending to journal or maybe just sit quietly for a bit. But what I really needed was worship.

So I turned on an old gospel hymn—one of those deep, soul-stirring songs that took me right back to childhood and those old-school churches I grew up in. As it played, I felt something shift. I started singing softly, then louder. Before I knew it, I was worshipping with my whole heart.

Tears came—not of sadness, but of gratitude. It was like joy and hope, those familiar old friends, gently broke through the surface again. My heart felt lighter. My soul felt full. And for that hour, it was just me and the Lord. No distractions. Just a sacred exchange of worship and refreshing. I went to bed with peace.

But then morning came.

I stepped out of routine to enjoy some time with friends at the market—a breath of fresh air for my weary spirit. But as life often does, a phone call snapped me back to reality. Most of our storms have settled lately. One or two have become nothing more than a soft drizzle now. But there’s still one—this looming wave that tries to rise like a tsunami.

And yet, I refuse to be overtaken.

I know who I am. I am the daughter of a King. And no storm, no wave, no threat of drowning will take me out. Tonight, I will worship again. Maybe after the house is quiet. Maybe right in the middle of the chaos. But I will worship. I will praise. I will pray while I fold laundry and while I make dinner. Because this storm? It too must bow.

Victory is mine—because Jesus already won it.

And I will have my dance with Him. In joy. In freedom. In full, unshakable faith.

“You turned my wailing into dancing; you removed my sackcloth and clothed me with joy.”
— Psalm 30:11 (NIV)

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