I said to him “See? You don’t have it be afraid.” But what he said next was a reflection of my own thoughts. “What if another storm comes?”
See, I was not afraid during the storm. Honestly, there wasn’t really time for fear. But the day after the storm was a different story. It was a week that was going to hold transition, but it also held anxiety that I haven’t felt in a long time. There was one afternoon I just sat and cried.
To read more about what can happen after a storm, and the 3 things I have been remembering, check out my new post for Candidly Christian!
And if you missed last week’s post “How I Know He Goes Before Me“, you can find it here!
