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💔 Hurting is often followed by grief. Grief has many ways of finding us. Life can change instantly—grief, loss, or just hard seasons of life. But this isn’t the end of your story. Find faith after the storm and hope for what’s next. There is a purpose for you.
Sometimes it is the loss of a loved one or your health. It can even be both. Like everyone, I have lost loved ones. Also, in my case, I have lost the use of my left arm. My left leg moves enough to walk. Grief doesn’t always look the same, but it feels the same deep inside. It’s the loss of life as we once knew it. And when it happens, something in us shifts and sometimes, for a while, breaks.
Grief can shake everything—our plans, our confidence, even our sense of who we are. But here’s what I’ve learned through my storm: Faith doesn’t take away grief. It gives us something to hold onto inside of it.
And the most important truth of all?
We’re not alone.
Not in our sadness, not in our questions, not even in our darkest moments. Others have been there, and some are there now.
God promises:
“I will never leave you nor forsake you.” (Hebrews 13:5)
Jesus Understands Our Grief
In the Garden of Gethsemane, Jesus wept. He begged the Father if there was any other way. He was overwhelmed with sorrow—even to the point of death. (Matthew 26:38-39)
He gets it. He’s been there.
Jesus grieved not just because of physical pain. He also grieved because He bore the weight of all sin. He felt all loss and all suffering. And He did it with us in mind.
Our grief, too, can carry purpose—even when it doesn’t feel like it yet.
Please—don’t be afraid to reach out. Don’t stay there. Let someone help you pull yourself up. Grab a hold.
If you feel like there’s no one else, I want you to know I’m here.
And even if you do have others, you’re welcome here.
This is a place for the hurting, the healing, and the hopeful.
🌟 Your Story Matters
If you’re in the middle of a storm, please don’t walk it alone.
If you’ve come through one, your experience is the light someone else is looking for.
Whether you need encouragement or want to offer it, this is a place for both.
☁️ Look up. 🤝 Reach out. 🕊️ Let hope rise.
You’ve found someone who cares.
And maybe, just maybe, someone will find hope because you showed up here, too.
📝 Share your story in the comments. Or you can send me an email message. [email protected]
Let’s remind each other: we’re not alone in this life.
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After I posted this today, I heard this testimony and song on YouTube from Bart Millard of MercyMe. I’ve always loved this song, but he tells of his struggle before the song. I added it to the end of this post. I believe this is better than anything I write. Plus it’s what I want others to do here. Share your story.
2 responses to “Storm Isn’t the End of Your Story”
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I remember a night a few years back when we had spent the day with tests and scans and MRIs and they had just admitted Patti into the hospital. We hadn’t been told anything all day about her tests and scans, so when they admitted her we were very anxious! Finally after about an hour a staff Dr came to see her and we asked why was she admitted? So he gets on the computer and started explaining the results of all of the tests. And when he gets to the last test (MRI) he hesitates telling us but we were persistent and wanted to know and he says it appears to be a brain tumor!! We were devastated! Our kids were there and we asked them to give us a few minutes to digest all this! You have to understand that Patti’s mom had died from a brain tumor and we spent the next 20-30 minutes crying on each other’s shoulders! The Dr also told us a Neuro surgeon was going to visit in the morning!! That was the hardest night of my life! I wasn’t ready for this news! As I laid awake that night listening to my wife breathing as she slept i remember crying out to the Lord and saying I’m not ready to not hear that! I must have sung that song Even If a hundred times that night. The last line says ” It is well, It is well with my soul!! I told the Lord He would have to make it well because it wasn’t well for me!! Fast forward to the next morning and the Neuro surgeon tells us it’s not a tumor but a brain bleed!! We were ready to hear bad news not good news like this!! He told us with rest and rehab she would be able to live a somewhat normal life!! God is good!! Rich Irving
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Rich, thank you so much for sharing your powerful story. I could feel every moment of that night with you — the anxiety, the grief, the not knowing, and that heart wrenching pause before the doctor spoke. I can only imagine how heavy the silence must have been, especially with her mom’s history. But God… is good. I’m so grateful the next day brought such unexpected hope. What a testimony to His grace and faithfulness in the hardest moments.
Your story reminded me so much of the night before my own brain surgery. I had been told I had a brain tumor and it needed to come out the next morning. I was on the schedule. My husband went home to research the brain surgeon, pray and be with our children. My dearest childhood friend stayed with me, and we had scripture gently scrolling across the TV all night long, with peaceful music in the background. I remember lying there, wide awake, staring into the darkness, not sure what the next day would hold. Neither of us could sleep. But in the middle of the fear, God showed up with peace that didn’t make sense. Like you, we cried, prayed and clung to Him, and somehow He made it well with my soul, even when nothing about it felt “well.”
Thank you again for sharing your journey. May it inspire someone else who is going through a tough time. It’s a gift to be reminded that we’re not alone, and that God really is close to the brokenhearted.
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