Less Sand: The Fruit of a Storm

Sometimes I think in photoshop. Here is what has been going on in my mind:

Things are good. The sun is shining. There is sand beneath your feet. You are learning about the Hand that upholds you, but you hope to know Him more...


Then a storm comes. The rain is beating down. The wind is blowing. The sand beneath your feet is swirling. And you feel like the bottom is falling out. Where is the Hand you have been learning about?


It's not until the storm ends that you see the Hand was there the whole time. But some of the sand that used to be below your feet is gone. And you are more aware of the Hand than you have ever been before...

The storm is weathered. There is less sand between you and the Hand. Could it be that the Hand used the storm to draw you closer to Himself?