The Quiet Storm
O Lord, it feels as though I'm in the midst of a bad storm where it constantly rain, there’s raging winds of anguish, agony, and pain. I can't find any peace or happiness-- I'm overwhelmed with grief, I spoke to a psych about it and he shook his head in disbelief. The storm makes it so difficult to get through the day, but I believe You can make it go away...
"Behold, if I can raise the dead, raise the sick from their beds, feed thousands with fish and bread, then surely I can stop rain from falling on your head. Furthermore, I Am the one who makes the flowers bloom in the spring, and all the birds chirp and sing--surely I can do all things. As sure as the sun rises in the east, the dark clouds and stormy weather shall cease-- I declare, you shall see joy, happiness, and peace!"