Beyond the Storm

I am writing this from a seat high above the ground, suspended between departure and destination, while the plane cuts through high winds inches and inches of rainfall blur the windows, and turbulence reminds me how little control I truly have. And yet, here—strapped into a narrow seat thousands of feet in the air—hands to Him in prayer and overcome by peace. Not because the storm is small, but because God’s mercy is vast.

There is something sacred about being in motion while surrounded by uncertainty. A flight through a storm strips life down to its essentials. I cannot steer. I cannot pause the wind. I cannot calm the rain clouds. All I can do is trust. In that surrender, I feel the beauty of God’s mercy. His love protects me when I am vulnerable, guides me when I cannot see, and renews me even when fear tries to take hold.

As the plane shudders, I am reminded that God’s mercy is not fragile. It is not dependent on calm perfect circumstances. It meets me right here—midair, mid-storm, mid-prayer. Mercy is God saying, I’ve got you, even when everything around me is unsteady. It is His quiet assurance that I am never flying alone.

In my headphones, the song “Trust in God” by Elevation Worship plays on repeat. The words settle into my spirit like an anchor. One line stands out, echoing louder than the engines:

“I sought the Lord and He heard and He answered. That’s why I trust Him”

That truth has marked my life. Time and time again, I have called on him—sometimes in confidence, sometimes in desperation—and God has responded with faithfulness. Not always in the way I expected, but always in the way I needed.

God’s mercy has been in my story. It has met me in moments of joy and in seasons of waiting. It has covered my mistakes, lifted my guilt, and gently guided my steps. Mercy is waking up each day with a fresh breath in my lungs and immense hope.

Up here, above the storm clouds, I think about how often I forget that God sees the full picture. From my limited view through the lense of fear, all I notice is the turbulence. From His, there is a safe arrival already known. I don’t have to understand every moment to trust the One who holds them all.

As the rain continues to fall and the winds push against our plane, I am renewed. Not because the storm has passed, but because my faith has been strengthened. God’s mercy is beautiful because it is constant. It protects, guides, and renews me every single day—on solid ground and at thirty thousand feet.

And so I trust Him. In the storm. In the waiting. In the journey. I trust Him because I have sought Him, and He has always been faithful to hear and answer.