“I’m gonna sing in the middle of the storm, louder and louder you’re gonna hear my praises roar”
I’ve sung this song countless times since I’ve come to know it within the last year. Sometimes the words above, from the bridge, roll effortlessly off my tongue and other times I’m struck by thoughts like ‘am I really gonna remember to sing praises to God when I’m in the middle of a storm?’.
Sometimes I’ve been in little storm situations in my life, like when I’ve been unwell, and generally I’m too busy asking God to take pain away or begging Him not to let me be sick that thanking or praising Him is far from my mind – especially singing loudly!
More recently it felt like I entered a storm. I could be really upset and angry and keep asking ‘why, God?’ instead, still with tears in my eyes, I’m choosing to trust that God knows best and I’m choosing to believe that He knows what He’s doing.
Yes it sucks, and yes it’s hard, but we were never promised an easy life; in John 16:33 Jesus told the disciples “In this world you will have trouble. But take heart! I have overcome the world.”.
Jesus feels our pain in everything that we go through, in 1 Peter 4:1 it says ‘Since Jesus went through everything you’re going through and more…’ (The Message).
Many of us are familiar with the knowledge that natural pearls are formed when an irritant, such as a parasite or grain of sand, works its way into an oyster/mussel/clam shell. That’s uncomfortable and unpleasant, but consider the beautiful result!
‘“For my thoughts are not your thoughts. Neither are your ways my ways,” declares the LORD Yahweh. “As the heavens are higher than the earth, so are my ways higher than your ways and my thoughts than your thoughts.”’ – Isaiah 55:8+9
God knows everything and He sees the end from the beginning. God is waiting for us to sing in the middle of our storms and remember who He is despite our circumstances.
“I’m gonna sing in the middle of the storm, louder and louder you’re gonna hear my praises roar. Up from the ashes hope will arise, death is defeated, the King is alive”
– Sophie Spree