So last night the storm took the guttering and the tiles off the side off my house. Spent 30 mins at 1 am scrabbling around the garden picking things up, moving the cars, then comforting a terrified dog inside as the noise was loud enough to wake the dead.
Then this morning, I went outside to take pictures for the insurance. The wind was still blowing, and I looked at the damage. And over the wind, the beautiful sound of the Cathedral bells filled the air. It reminded me that God is with is through any storm, he walks with us through it all and is there the other side. There is no physical storm that is strong enough to pluck us from his hand.
It got me thinking, I have had an awful year. A significant bereavement, huge struggle to process my grief. Family issues. House issues. New start in a new city. Having to make friends again. Recently lost a friend. It has been awful
I have worked on myself in counseling over 12 weeks and have now finished. I am better, not cured but better. It was grueling, but God was with me through the whole storm and is with me now.
I pray that all of you know God’s peace through whatever storms you are weathering, and you will feel his light and warmth as you come through them, just like the gentle bells that reminded me of it today.
God bless.
PS anyone wishing to write something sarky, try and refrain and scroll on by if you can and let those who take comfort from the image do so.