The Storm I Was Living In
When I look back at certain seasons of my life, I can clearly see something now that I couldn’t see then.
I was living in a storm.
At the time, it didn’t feel like a storm. It felt like normal life. Arguments, confusion, emotional exhaustion, and constant tension had become part of my daily routine.
I thought if I tried harder, communicated better, or stayed patient long enough, things would eventually calm down.
But storms don’t end because we try harder.
They end when we recognize that we’re standing in the middle of one.
Looking back now, I see how deeply I was trying to escape my reality. Not because I was weak, but because the situation itself had become overwhelming.
The hardest part about living in a storm is that you often don’t realize how chaotic things have become until you finally step outside of it.
Once I did, I could see clearly.
And clarity is sometimes the first step toward peace.
