Through the Storm
- Sherry Beck
- May 24
- 2 min read

It started with the job loss. Just like that, the security I had built my life upon crumbled. Bills stacked higher than I cared to admit, and fear settled in my chest like an unwelcome guest. Then, my car was repossessed.
I clenched my fists in frustration. “God, where are You?”
Silence.
Days passed, then weeks. My prayers felt empty, like sending letters into the void. Then one evening, in sheer exhaustion, I stopped striving. Instead of demanding solutions, I surrendered. “Lord, I don’t understand. But I choose to trust You.”
A peace settled over me—not immediate relief, but a quiet assurance that I wasn’t alone. And then things began to shift. God gave me a strategic way to regain my car without losing half its value. My electricity, shut off for two days, was miraculously restored—without a single payment.

Despite this, the biggest challenge remained: my son’s graduation in California, while I was stranded in Texas with locked accounts due to past debt, making the trip impossible.
I had always dreamed of a road trip, and there I was, embarking on twenty-four hours of highway and scenery, just God and me. His presence was palpable, a reassuring and guiding voice at every turn. The journey took me through Mexico, Arizona, El Paso, and San Diego, the road unfolding before me like a path carved by faith itself.
I picked up my son, and together we visited beaches and parks where we felt surrounded by God’s love. Our arrival in Oakland marked not only my son’s graduation but also a deeply personal celebration for me.
My brother hosted a gathering, and as I embraced my mother, siblings, in-laws, nieces, cousins, and aunts, I realized God had answered my prayers for an end to lonely holidays. He had orchestrated this reunion as much for me as for my son.

Not only did he receive graduation gifts, but so did I—perfume, jewelry, shoes, clothing, roses, teddy bears, and an overwhelming outpouring of love. Even meals and outings, things I usually paid for, were covered entirely by my family.
I had spent years being the giver, the provider. But God wanted to show me He is my provider. He sees me. He loves me beyond measure.
Faith, I realized, wasn’t about controlling the outcome. It was about trusting the One who already held it.
And as the storm passed, both inside and out, I stood stronger—not because I had figured it all out, but because I had learned to lean entirely on Him.

Jesus turned to His disciples and simply said, “Let’s go to the other side.” He didn’t promise calm waters or an easy journey—just a clear, unwavering call to move forward. His words were not about the storm, but about the destination. The journey may be uncertain, but His direction is sure
"The things you do for yourself are gone when you are gone, but the things you do for others remain as your legacy."