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  • Writer's pictureTammy McHale

Sweetness in Hard Places

As I was driving to work one morning, I heard a song on the radio, “Honey in the Rock “, by Brooke Ligertwood. She was singing about how the LORD provides what we need when we need it. But the LORD gave me something else as I was listening… “sweetness in hard places.” It was one of the sweetest, most goose-bump raising things I’d heard in a long time. Tears came into my eyes as the realization came to me.


Those were some powerful words from the still, small voice of the LORD. I knew exactly what HE was getting at. I have faced many hard things; being diagnosed with fibromyalgia, suffering through depression, my mother having a health scare, and my husband almost being taken from me due to Covid.


During each of these hard situations, I would turn to the LORD. I would pray, and I would read HIS word. I would also listen to praise and worship music. Every time, the LORD would remind me that HE was in control, and I belonged to HIM. The LORD would hold me close and whisper words of encouragement and love. I would find “sweetness in hard places”.


Philippians 4:6 tells us not to worry about anything, but pray about everything, “and the peace of GOD, which surpasses all understanding, will guard your hearts and minds through Christ Jesus.”


We can ask HIM to help us find sweetness in those hard places.


My sweetness in those hard places was, and still is, realizing HE has control of it all. I can depend on him to get me through. We all can. The journey might not be easy, but there is a sweetness in the peace in the hard stuff.


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