Seasons of distressed

A tarnished moment, the place where sentimental lands, the moment that saps out our spiritual strength, drains the communion of brethren. The small wind that blows from the south, the big wind that comes from the west. The weather vain is constantly turning, the seasons after seasons, dark clouds of rain and thunder, the love of others growing cold, no one to comfort the lonely soul. The wind from the north quietly blows through, a still wave of peace, the quiet storm that warms the heart. Good training from the Father of lights, the next session will soon start, but today victory was won, you stood the test. In times of trouble and sickness you stood the test. The better perspective emerges, you are almost a different person, a strengthened faith through a fiery furnace, through pain and suffering you have stood the test of time. You can now see His sovereign hand throughout every dark seasons.