Sometimes God's presence does not remove the storm. Sometimes His presence carries us through it.
It was a question I was almost afraid to ask.
Not because I lacked faith.
But because I had faith.
I believed God healed.
I believed God answered prayers.
I believed God performed miracles.
Yet there I was.
Still sick.
Still waiting.
Still wondering.
Where was God?
He was not where I expected Him to be.
He was not always in the dramatic moments.
Not always in instant answers.
Not always in immediate healing.
Instead, I found Him in quieter places.
In the nurse who showed compassion.
In the friend who called at the right moment.
In the doctor who discovered the problem early.
In the strength that appeared when I thought I had none left.
Looking back, I realize God never abandoned me.
He was present in every step of the journey.
In every tear. Every prayer. Every setback. Every victory.
Sometimes God's presence does not remove the storm.
Sometimes His presence carries us through it.
And often, we recognize His faithfulness more clearly in hindsight than in the middle of the struggle.