Praising Through the Storm

I was sure by now that God, in His infinite wisdom and love, would have reached down and wiped our tears away. I imagined Him stepping in, calming the storm that has become our everyday reality since Tim's diagnosis of PNES. I longed for a miraculous intervention, a moment when everything would shift back to normal, and the weight of uncertainty would lift from our shoulders.

Yet here we are, navigating a path filled with challenges that sometimes feel insurmountable. The tears have flowed freely—tears of frustration, fear, and sorrow for the life we once knew. In those moments, it’s easy to feel abandoned, as if the heavens have turned a deaf ear to our cries for help.

But even in this turmoil, I find strength in my faith. “And I’ll praise You in this storm.” This declaration is not just a mantra; it’s a choice I make every day. It’s an act of defiance against despair, a commitment to hold onto hope even when the winds of adversity threaten to overwhelm me.

I will lift my hands in praise because I believe in the goodness of God, regardless of my circumstances. “For You are who You are, no matter where I am.” This truth anchors me when everything else feels unstable. God’s identity does not change with my situation; He remains constant and faithful, even when I struggle to see His presence.

Every tear I’ve cried is precious to Him. “You hold in Your hand” reminds me that my pain is not unnoticed or unvalued. Each drop carries my heartache and longing, and He gathers them with love and compassion. It comforts me to know that I am not alone in my suffering; He is right here beside me.

Though my heart is torn by the weight of our journey—by the unpredictability of seizures and the emotional toll they take—I choose to praise Him through it all. This doesn’t mean I deny my pain or pretend everything is okay. Instead, it means I acknowledge my struggles while also recognizing the light that still shines through the cracks.

In this storm, I find moments of grace—small victories that remind me of God’s faithfulness. It could be a shared laugh with Tim during a seizure-free moment or the support of friends who lift us up when we feel weak. These glimpses of hope fuel my spirit and remind me that there is still beauty intertwined with our trials.

So here I stand, arms raised high amidst the chaos, choosing to praise Him in this storm. It’s a testament to my faith—a faith that believes in healing, restoration, and the promise of brighter days ahead. With every tear shed and every prayer whispered, I trust that He is working all things for our good.

And though the journey may be long and fraught with challenges, I will continue to lift my voice in praise—because even in the storm, I know He is with us, holding us close as we navigate this unpredictable path together.