The Storm Didn’t Break Me, It Birthed My Praise

She survived what should’ve drowned her.
She worshiped while still soaking wet.
The storm didn’t take her voice it gave her a new one.

You ever been in a season that came out of nowhere?
One minute you’re building momentum, and the next everything crashes.
That’s what this storm felt like. Sudden. Unfair. Ruthless.

But here’s what I learned in the middle of it:
God doesn’t waste storms.
They’re not designed to break you.
They’re designed to reveal you.

Because sometimes, the loudest “hallelujah” comes when the thunder’s still rolling.
Not after the clouds part. Not after the check clears.
But right in the mess of it all.

I had to learn to praise before the rescue.
To worship before the explanation.
To thank God for His nearness, not just His answers.

“When you pass through the waters, I will be with you.” — Isaiah 43:2

See, the enemy didn’t just want to shake my circumstances
He wanted to steal my sound.
But something in me rose up and said, “No. This storm is going to birth a new song.”

And that’s what happened.
I didn’t just survive. I praised my way through.
And on the other side, I found something better than resolution I found revelation.

God was always with me.
Even in the winds.
Even when I couldn’t stop crying.
Even when I wanted to give up.

And that’s the kind of God He is He doesn’t stop the storm to prove Himself.
He steps into it and walks with you until you’re stronger, wiser, and bolder than you were before it ever began.

💭 REFLECTION:

What storm did you think was sent to destroy you?
Look again.
It may have been Heaven’s invitation to deeper praise.

🙏 PRAYER

Father,
Thank You for walking with me through the storm.
When the winds blew, You didn’t leave.
When the nights were long, You stayed near.
And when I felt like I had nothing left to give You gave me strength I didn’t know I had.

Today I choose praise over panic.
I declare that what was sent to break me will now build my testimony.
Let every tear, every moment of pain, and every sleepless night be a seed in the ground
And let my praise be the harvest.

Birth something new in me, Lord.
Birth a deeper fire.
A stronger faith.
A louder worship that no storm can silence.
In Jesus’ name,
Amen.

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