Forging through the Storm

Like many women out there, I am a football widow. My husband gets lost in game after game while I sit on the couch and write. Last weekend, his favorite team lost on the last play: a “Hail Mary” pass into the end zone that cost them the game. While having to sit through and endure my husband’s frustration (no one likes it when their team loses), the phrase “praise Him in this storm” came to mind. Yes, I realize it was only a game, and no, I’m not sure if God really cares who wins. But childlike faith in Him—in all circumstances—brings new opportunities. That moment made me think of how the “storms” in my life have always had a purpose, whether I saw it at the time or not. When I was a child,

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