Storms

God works in the most mysterious, unpredictable ways. No joke. His game plan (I just lost the game by the way, and so did you, sorry) would seem insane to us if we saw it before hand; that's probably one of the reasons everything isn't revealed to us. Even though it seems crazy, it's the only way to success. And sometimes that plan requires you to go through tough times. Through trials and tests. Through faulty relationships and drama and heartbreak and hurt and storm after storm after storm; but it's all worth it.
I love that: storm. Think about it: a storm sometimes comes expected, sometimes not. Sometimes it rains, sometimes it pours. You'll get wet or maybe even drenched. Maybe it'll even leave a stain. The winds may be high or not even there at all. Maybe you got caught up in it with an umbrella, or maybe not. Maybe it's your fault that you're out in that kind of weather, or maybe someone forgot to warn you or pick you up. There are all these variables with a storm, but one thing is always consistent: it ends. You just have to make it to the end through faith and hope. Sure, the time frame in which it lasts varies, but nonetheless it ends.
You know it would be so easy to write this when it was bright and shiny in my life. But right now I'm caught up in one of these storms. But, for some odd and unknown reason, I didn't cry. I didn't whine or scream or pity or become depressed. It was like I was living that 'Casting Crowns' song: Praise you in this storm. My absolute favorite line in that song is and as the thunder rolls, I barely hear you whisper through the rain "I'm with you". I just know that God is with me in this, and that is amazingly comforting.