My Precious Child

There will be times when waves of joy are flowing in your spirit. There also shall come a time when the storms will rage in. In these troubled times, the dark clouds will come, the winds of despair will blow, and the rains of confusion will fall. In these turbulent times, you may find yourself growing weak and weary as your life begins to mirror that of the prodigal son—a place where you find yourself at the lowest point of your life with no one to turn to. My precious child, do not be discouraged nor dismayed, for I am God. I will be your shelter in the midst of a storm. I will be your strength and high tower. I will be your rock in a weary land. When the storms are raging in your life, stand firm, be unmovable, always abounding in the Word, and no weapon formed against you shall prosper. Like it has been written, greater is he that is within me than he that is within the world.