Trust Jesus in the midst of these tempests. In the face of this onslaught.
Trust Jesus in this great blindness. You know that he sees you in spite of this darkness.
Wrench free with weary hands from a dry throat, with all power and resolve the words of hope, the voice of joy from your broken mind. In this scattered expanse you've not been lost. Not forgotten. Hope springs forth like a great cry, no sooner released from your lips it seems to roll down your cheeks backwards. Almost lost amidst the torrent, but not lost.
Trust Him as you once did. For these are the times your heart will grow in strength and wonder at this One who remains. Faithfully.
He will come. He will come.
