Dusty Days and Divine Grace

Sitting in the same old spot, facing another day of monotony, a dry summer's dust settled around me. I grappled with the same struggles and whispered the same prayers, my heart weighed down by the past.

As I stepped into the morning, a whirlwind of dust and memories engulfed me, pushing me to the edge. Troubled dreams from decades ago resurfaced, leaving me bruised and weary. Amidst the chaos, I cried out for peace, and it was then that Jesus took hold of me, calming the storm within.

In the midst of life's tempests, I found solace in His presence. The winds may rage, but with Jesus as my anchor, I stood firm. Weakened but undeterred, I continued my journey, knowing that God clears the path ahead, His voice a constant reminder to 'Be still.'