Every Storm has an End!

This morning, I listened to a lovely song called 'Stand By Me' by the Christian group Selah (link below). It is not a rendition of the famous song of the same name, but a prayer in the form of an old hymn from 1905:

"When the storms of life are raging,
Stand by me, (x2)
When the world is tossing me like a ship upon the sea,
Thou who rulest wind and water,
Stand by me.

In the midst of tribulation,
Stand by me, (x2)
When the hosts of hell assail and my strength begins to fail,
Thou who never lost a battle,
Stand by me."

Some of you reading this post either have the virus or have friends and loved ones who have been infected. Others among you are risking your lives each day as you go to work. Many of you are feeling anxious about the future and how this crisis will affect life as we know it, or should I say, knew it!

May you take refuge in our God. He will stand by you in the storm! He will take you through! And remember, every storm has an end!

God is our refuge and strength,
a very present help in trouble.
Psalm 46:1

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