A year later, I can see how God was working even when the storm made it impossible to see His hand.

One year ago, I shared a poem titled “The Storm.” At the time, those words reflected the season I was walking through. I felt overwhelmed by life’s circumstances, exhausted from fighting battles that seemed never-ending, and desperate for God to intervene. The storm I described was not simply rain falling from the sky—it was the emotional, spiritual, and mental weight of life’s hardships pressing in from every direction.

As I reread those words today, I am reminded of where I was and how far God has brought me. What stood out to me most was the feeling of abandonment that echoed throughout the poem. I cried out to God and felt as though He was silent. I questioned His presence because I could not see Him moving in the ways I expected.

Yet one year later, I can testify that God was there all along.

The storm did not end overnight. The rain did not immediately stop falling. However, God used that season to teach me that faith is not trusting Him only when the skies are clear. Faith is trusting Him when the thunder roars, when the darkness lingers, and when the answers do not come as quickly as we would like.

The final line of the poem now means even more to me than it did when I first wrote it: “Turn to me, my child.” Looking back, I realize that God’s voice was never absent. The storm was loud, but His presence remained constant. He was inviting me to lean on Him instead of my own understanding.

Today, I can see that some storms are not sent to destroy us. They are sent to draw us closer to God, strengthen our dependence on Him, and reveal His faithfulness in ways we may never have experienced otherwise. While I would not choose many of the storms I have faced, I am grateful for the lessons they taught me about God’s character and His unwavering love.

If you find yourself in a storm today, know this: God has not abandoned you. The rain may be heavy, your vision may be clouded, and you may feel like you are drowning, but He is still speaking. Listen for His voice. Trust His promises. And when you do not know where else to turn, turn to Him.

To better understand the heart behind this reflection, click the link below to read my poem, “The Storm.” It was written in the middle of the battle, before I could see what God was doing through it all.

The Storm