Pain is like a storm rolling in from a distant place.
In the storm there is chaos and tumult then a time of comfort.
With the storm comes a natural pruning of trees and plants. With the storm comes a natural pruning of our heart, mind, and soul.
With the storm comes a time of darkness soon followed by light in our soul.
With the storm comes a display of God's power against the dark powers and dark forces trying to destroy us.
With the storm comes a voice, the voice of God, calling out to us to hold fast, for He is always with us.
With the storm comes the destruction of one mission and the beginning of a new one.
With the storm comes confusion then a time of clarity.
With the storm comes a time of imprisonment then comes freedom.
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