by Savonne Torain, Communications and Marketing

I want to do Your will. I know that Your way is best. I trust You, Lord, but… I’m tired. 

My head knows that when we commit our lives to You, it won’t come without a fight. But if I’m being honest, this battle seems long, continual, and just plain heavy.

If we’re being honest, how many of us can say we’ve spoken those very words, or at least some version of them?

Especially in the movement of pregnancy help, where you know it’s a calling. You were called. And yet, the day-to-day tasks, budgets, politics, and even clients who are hurting and lashing out can leave you feeling as though your everyday life has you standing in the middle of a storm.

And to put it plainly—you are.

Yet here is the good news we need to keep reminding ourselves: Being in the middle, or the eye, of the storm can actually be a sweet space. In the midst of the swirling winds of mourning, troubles, and that overwhelming heaviness, there is a place of peace.

The eye of a storm, physically, is known to:

• Have the lowest barometric pressure of the entire storm system.
• Experience light, calm winds and frequently clear or partly cloudy skies.
• Contain some of the warmest air aloft in the cyclone, often significantly warmer than the surrounding atmosphere at high altitudes.
• Be characterized by sinking air rather than rising air, allowing clouds to dissipate and creating that distinct calm center.

While the eye of the storm, spiritually, can be a place of:

• Inner stillness amid chaos.
• The presence of the Divine.
• Clarity and discernment.

You might be asking, How do I get myself into the eye of the storm when it feels as though there is always something? Always another battle?

Isaiah 61:3 says:

To grant those who mourn in Zion, Giving them a garland instead of ashes, The oil of gladness instead of mourning, The cloak of praise instead of a disheartened spirit. So they will be called oaks of righteousness, The planting of the Lord, that He may be glorified.

This verse reveals a paradoxical truth: It isn’t necessarily the storm that changes. It is you who changes how the storm affects you.

Life’s troubles—the storm surge—haven’t necessarily ended. But through receiving the exchange of garland for ashes, oil of gladness for mourning, and, most importantly, putting on the garment of praise, you are surrounding yourself with a deep spiritual trust that this too shall pass.

You can confidently watch God work all things for the good of those who love Him and are called according to His purpose. The pregnancy help calling—your calling.

Spiritually, the eye of the storm is that unshakable, quiet center of peace, clarity, and divine presence, even while intense chaos, crisis, or suffering rages all around you.

But here’s the thing: You have to fight through parts of the storm to get to the eye of it.

That’s where the battle takes place. That’s our part in all of this.

Make your way through one side of the storm to reach the middle, and allow God to take care of the rest. He called us to take up His yoke, for it is easy, and His burden is light.

Yes, there are rough days. Budget goals to meet. Outside forces attempting to stifle and strip away our rights to stand for what we know is the righteous call of God. But the rain and wind from those battles are temporary as we press toward the mark and make our way to the eye.

And once we are there, God takes care of the rest.

And often, He shows out!

Because we’ve made room for Him to have a stage upon which to demonstrate just how merciful, gracious, and miraculous He truly is.

All by pressing forward, giving Him praise, and then standing still in our confidence in Him and His ways.

This is how we fight our battles.

This is how we stand as living testimonies to His greatness.

So, during this month of thanksgiving—which, ironically, comes at a time of year when we can feel especially heavy and weighed down—let’s put on our garment of praise and begin counting our blessings.

Better yet, let’s start looking for them.

Especially those everyday blessings we so easily overlook. The ones where God is quietly reminding us:

“That was Me.”

“I’ve been beside you every step of the way.”

Let this be a word of encouragement for us to take hold of the joy of the Lord and fight the good fight, standing confidently in the eye of the storm.