The Other Side

The other side of a mess can seem so far off.  Like you’re in a boat, bobbing with the waves and the current is pushing against the bow trying to knock you off course and slow down your progress.  The mess can have your eyes blinded by the fury of the wind and rain, darkness and clouds.  It’s in that moment when fear begins to press in; allowing your mind to wander and thoughts and feelings consume you.  

How will I make it to the other side of this storm, you think?  I don’t see an end in sight or even a way.  There is so much pushing against me, I don’t think I’ll survive the night.  I’ve been in those storms.  The kind where the other side seemed impossible.  The kind where fear and worry and all the feelings crept inside in attempt to sink my boat before the actual waves could.


But one thing I have learned through all I’ve walked through is this:  There is a purpose for it all.  Somehow, someway it’ll all make sense and be used for His glory eventually.  The other side always comes, but the journey it takes to get there is different for us all.  Knowing there is a purpose is what drives me forward.  Leaning in and pressing on-wind in my face and water splashing over the sides.  I will always reach the other side.  And you will too.  

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