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Strength Through the Storm

The storms gathered, swirling in a world that seemed to crack beneath me. I stood, not unshaken, but not alone—my heart pressed on despite the weight. There was a refuge, unseen but real, a place I could fall when strength fled. Even in the darkest hour, I was not abandoned. Waves of trouble crashed around me, but I stood, trembling, yet unbroken. In the whirlwind of loss and pain, there was still a voice calling me to hold on.



In my weakness, I sought shelter, not in the fleeting comfort of this world, but in a place where strength was promised, where hope found a way through the storm. Hope flickered faintly in the distance, but it was enough—just enough. I found safety, not in the world’s promises, but in a light that cut through the shadow. Hard pressed, yes, but not crushed, persecuted, yet never left behind. Even when grief hung heavy, there was a whisper of compassion.



Even in the depths of grief, I was not alone. There was love, unseen, but unfailing. A light in my darkest hours, lifting me when I could not stand on my own. Pressed on all sides, it seemed like there was no room to breathe, but even then, I was not crushed. Struck down, yes, but not destroyed. I walked through fire, but it did not consume me, the rivers rose, but I was not swept away. The world pressed in on me, but deep within, there was something steady. A quiet peace, a place where my soul found rest.



My spirit broken, my mind tired, but still, there was something more. A presence that held me firm, a strength that wasn’t my own. The waters rose, and the fire came close, but neither could consume me. I stood, resilient, because I did not stand alone. In the chaos, in the moments I could not see clearly, there was a hand guiding, a fortress unseen, but felt. Through the fall, through the confusion, I rose. And even in darkness, a light found its way to me. Though the path was hard, I found my footing, and though the weight was heavy, I was carried, held up by a force I could not see, but could always feel.



Psalm 91:4

"He will cover you with his feathers, and under his wings you will find refuge; his faithfulness will be your shield and rampart."



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