“It seemed every time I visited with a friend or got into discussions with coworkers, someone was going through some hardship or tragedy. Marriages crumbling, the loss of a job, a child suffering from a serious illness. My soul began weighing heavily as I wondered when something would strike my own family. Of course I lifted hurting friends and loved ones up in prayer and thanked God that our family was okay, but for how long? My belief that faith was a cocoon of protection began to unravel. Lord, how can I ever feel safe? I prayed, trying to ward off the despair.
“One night I dreamt that I was walking along a path underneath a dark and stormy sky. Winds picked up so strongly that branches were flying by my head and I could barely keep walking against the force of it. I panicked for something to hold on to, yet saw there was nothing there. But in the far distance, there was a break in the clouds where the sun shone through. I could see sky, blue, tranquil, beckoning. I had the sense I was to focus on that…not as a way to escape the storm but as a focal point to make my way through it. I stirred and awoke feeling blissfully calm.
“As I reflected on the dream the next day, I realized that my faith doesn’t keep bad things from happening, it keeps me connected to our Heavenly Father who gives us what we need to face any storm…and come out stronger on the other side.
“From that point on, whenever anyone shared their struggles with me, I told them no matter what, there are blue skies ahead…if we simply hold on to Him.”
—Suzanne Tork, 54, Detroit