the never-ending story.

There are days wherein you sigh a sigh of relief, thinking, The storm is over.

But a day passes, or two, and a hurricane is suddenly whirling right before your eyes, unexpectedly.

And then you overcome that, until another one comes along. It's a never-ending cycle. That's life, though, isn't it? Occasionally smooth-sailing, but always encountering bumps along the way.

What consistently gets you through, though, is God.

Always present during sleepless nights spent weeping, during late-night drives when you think you can literally feel your heart breaking, during still evenings spent sky-gazing, or afternoons alone in the house as you stare into space. Always, present, too, during moments of tummy-aching laughter, during swift seconds of hearts fluttering, during hours just soaking in all the undeserved blessings.

God, always present, always consistent, never changing, never leaving.

The winds howl, signaling you of a storm to come. Restless, scared, nervous, yet hopeful and secured, you place your tiny hand into God's, and say, I trust You, Lord; let's keep walking.