When the seas and skies are roiling from the depths of their bellies, it's hard to see much else. It's hard to know if that's safe harbor approaching, or if it spells your death.
But in the middle of the slash of rain, you can choose to feel the water that feeds the earth. In the midst of tearing winds you can partake of the breath of God spinning around you.
You can come to a staircase, and think, "great, it's uphill from here", or think "this was put here to bring me higher".
Never underestimate the power of perspective. Because what one may suffer through, if one were to step back and see what God sees, might be beautiful.
Step back. See the beauty, not in your suffering, but in your inevitable triumph over the disaster.
I thank God for my trials, because I know that between Him and I, the glory will be His, and the trials will be but stepping stones that lead me closer to His heart.