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When I was growing up in a small town on the North Carolina coast, there were no early warnings before a storm hit the area. My family and I lived through many tropical storms and hurricanes in our home. As the tempest raged, we would huddle together in a corner away from the windows. Our refuge was in total darkness, except for a few candles or lamps. The wind howled like some ungodly demon. As a result of the gale, the rain and debris pelted the house with such power that it sounded like the end of the world. We had no way of knowing what was happening in the world outside of our walls. In our isolation, all we could do was focus on our own peril.
Most of the emotions we felt were out of fear and a total lack of having any control over our fate. It was in God’s hands. The roof could have blown off, windows could have exploded, a tree could have fallen on the house, or a power line could have snapped and started a fire. After hours of hell on earth, all of a sudden everything would just stop. Sanity returned, and you had time to catch your breath and survey the damage caused by the wind and water. The fact that I lived through many horrific natural disasters may be the reason that I have such strong survival skills today.
When a loved one dies, your house is blown apart by circumstances that were out of your control. And this hurricane won’t dissipate in mere hours. You have to work to build a new foundation. Uncertainty, insecurity and change are constant companions. You may suffer from depression and stress. Always remember that your destiny is within you, and you are part of God’s plan. Keep searching for your beacon in the storm. Your guide will be those pivotal forces and emotions that will lead you through the difficult job of rebuilding your future.
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