When we stand in the middle of a lifestorm, it seems as if the storm has become our way of life. We cannot see a way out. We are unable to chart a course back to smoother waters. We feel defeated–and broken. Will that brokenness produce a cynicism that will keep us forever in the mire of “if only” thinking? Or will we yield up that brokenness to the resources of One who calms the winds and the waves, heals the brokenhearted, and forgives the most grievous of sins? The choice is ours. ~Verdell Davis, in “Riches Stored in Secret Places”
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