One minute we’re laughing and riding along relaxed. The next moment the view up ahead caused me to shift in the driver’s seat to a more aggressive posture. We were driving straight into a storm.

In a few minutes, we’d be on a bridge 2.67811miles long over ocean waters.

The weather app warned us a line of storms approached, but we thought we’d arrive at our destination before the winds and rain reached us.

We were wrong.

The dark clouds hovered low to the ground and crazy lightening filled the sky casting a weird pink glow across the black billows.

My girl and I love to watch the sky, and the show before us was spectacular, but I took a deep breath knowing the driving conditions were turning dangerous.

With a nod of acceptance, I told my baby girl, “Well, it looks like things are about to get rough, and we’re driving right into a storm, but we have Jesus, and He will Light our way through.”

I cranked up the praise music, and we began to sing. My girl has perfect pitch. Always has. (I do too, as long as the radio is playing loud enough so you don’t actually hear me.) She was harmonizing as I sang the melody.

When we arrived at the bridge, the worst of the storm hit.

Right there, on the massive concrete structure suspended over sea waters, boxed in between stone walls, the clouds reached down in front of our car as visibility stopped a few yards ahead.

I leaned close to the windshield, slowed my speed, and sang louder. A wave crashed against the bridge, and as the salt water splashed on baby girl’s side of the car, we both muttered, “Oh, my.”

Creeping along the bridge, thanking God for His protection, & lifting melodies of praise, we drove through the storm.

God was good to us. We passed through the storm safely to the other side of the bridge.

A few miles from home, a new song came on the radio. It’s called “Eye of the Storm” by Ryan Stevenson. It was the first time I’d heard it. After what we’d just driven through, the timing of the lyrics gave way to even greater praise for God’s protection in the face of darkness.

I put the video down below for you to hear. Wow. Just wow.  Listen, friends. It’s powerful.

We ALL have storms.

I know many of you are hurting today as you read these words.

Me, too.

Life is a series of storms.

Some storms do break you.

And when it happens and your life shatters, Jesus is still in control.

When the skies of your life go black, and the winds blow apart all your plans, the Love of Jesus covers you. 

Nothing can tear you away from the grip of His Hand.

On Good Friday, when the world is all Reese’s peanut butter eggs and new outfits, many of you are splintered and torn holding broken pieces that will never be new again.

Those who watched Jesus die on the cross thought life was over, too.

Their skies darkened around the cross.

Their Lord died.

Yet, while they cried and questioned and feared, He was winning over death.

In just three days, the storm would be a memory as the victory He promised walked among them. 

The storm will pass, friends.

Don’t give up. Don’t give in to the darkness even if the damage is irreversible. Even when you can’t do one thing to change it, don’t walk away.

Keep trusting Jesus.

No matter what it looks like today, the storm will pass.