I’t’s amazing how many storms our lives can handle, isn’t it? From the stories I’ve read about people who’ve lost it all, from people who’ve suffered abuse and tragedy, the stories continue: the storms continue as well.

The fear of the unknown and the uncertainty of the future are both terrible human predicaments to endure. When we feel hopeless, useless, and without direction, I can’t find any other compass better than God. There are times when I ignore his ready hand. There are times when I think it’s not worth it. There are time when I think that He’s not listening.

On this wintery morning, I pray that I will seek Him out. I pray that we can reach out and find the peace of His arms. I’m praying that we stop fumbling, and instead land on the rock.