December 4th, 2008. I’m driving home from the county courthouse.
The song, “I Will Praise You In This Storm” by Casting Crowns comes on the radio.
I was sure by now, God, that You would have reached down, and wiped our tears away, stepped in and saved the day…
It will forever be embedded in my mind at that point, on that day, driving in that van, on that road, wearing that sweater with the tiny tear in the sleeve. Embedded.
I barely hear You whisper through the rain, “I’m With you,” and as Your mercy falls, I raise my hands and praise the God who gives and takes away.
It was raining that afternoon. I drove with my wipers on at full blast and I had to pull over into a parking lot because it wasn’t just the rain on my windshield blocking my view. It was the tears pouring from my eyes that blinded me.
But through it all, throughout the storm that raged in my life that entire year, my hands were raised, and I praised Him every single day. It was all I knew to do. I knew that God was with me each and every day, each and every step along the way.
I will praise You in this storm, and I will lift my hands, for You are who You are, no matter where I am.
It was the darkest moment of my life. A failure, now twice divorced, sitting in the parking lot of Taco Bell crying.
And every tear I’ve cried, You hold in your hand, You never left my side, and though my heart is torn, I will praise You in this storm.
Never was I alone. I imagined God swiping His finger along my cheek to wipe those tears away. I was not alone. Not alone. Never alone. Never.