But here's the thing the God keeps echoing in my mind. There is so much power when we choose to praise Him in the midst of the storm. It so so easy to praise Him at the end when the sun peaks out, when answers come, when problems fade but there is something raw and healing in saying, "God you are still good when all I can see is the muck, when all I can feel is the fear, when all I want is out of this spot." To then plant our feet and raise our eyes and hearts to Him and say, "I still choose to praise." is the one thing that can break down that fear.
It does not crumble because I become strong, it does not crumble because I somehow have answers. It crumbles when I surrender my tender, bruised very frightened heart to the One who made it and put my trust back in Him that He will hold it still.
Let the weakling say,
“I am strong!”
That is why, for Christ’s sake, I delight in weaknesses, in insults, in hardships, in persecutions, in difficulties. For when I am weak, then I am strong.
2 Corinthians 12:10
and once again I am reminded that this world is not our home. There is somewhere so much better where hearts are whole and answers are to be had and we can see fully the 'whys' of this journey.
For now, I think it's time to put on a little praise music :)