This Sunday we will be looking at what it means to believe God in the tough times of life.

One of the things that God has been trying to teach me in life is that He will use the tough times for good in our life if we will keep our trust in Him. It is easy to talk about that - but when I am facing a storm in life I usually just want God to take it away.

How do we truly Believe Romans 8:28 "And we know that God causes all things to work together for good to those who love God, to those who are called according to His purpose. "

Does God really work in all situations - even the tough and painful times of life? Soemtimes we see it after we have gotten through a situation. We look back and it makes sense. But God offers something better - finding Him in the midst of the storm. That will be the message this week I hope you can join us.

I also saw this story below that speaks to the point.
With You In Christ
Matt


I'm sitting in yet another hospital waiting room.
Ever since my husband, Barry, first underwent open heart and quadruple bypass surgery 15 months ago, I've been in this waiting room—or one just like it—more times than I can count on one hand, waiting for him to come out of the operating room.
In little more than a year's time, my vocabulary has increased to include words and phrases such as aneurysm, atrial fib, and EP study with ablation. They all mean I have to put on a cheery face, kiss Barry good-bye, and promise I won't worry about him or forget to eat lunch and lock the garage door at night while he's in the hospital again.
With all Barry's surgeries and procedures, we've had a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad year—one of the worst in our 32 years together. Yet, ironically, it's also turned out to be the best.
I learned just how deeply Barry loves me. As he was all prepped and waiting to go into surgery to repair his aortic aneurysm, Barry looked at my friend Tara, who was waiting with us, and said, "Make sure Nancy takes care of herself. Promise me, or else I'll worry."
He wasn't worried about being sliced open again—he was worried about me.
I came to faith in Christ three years after Barry and I married, and for almost 30 years I prayed about my husband's relationship with the Lord. Then the day of Barry's open-heart surgery, he told me if he died, I'd see him again, because he knew Jesus was his Savior. He prayed with me, he prayed with a friend, and he prayed with his surgeon. Barry hasn't stopped praying—he prays with me every day.
What I'd asked God for all these years—to heal the spiritual rift in my marriage, to bring my husband and me close—God had given. He'd performed heart surgery on us both, ripping us apart and knitting us back together.
Barry and I talk often about this past year, how it's been awful—and awfully good. We wouldn't wish this kind of year on anyone and wouldn't want to go through it again, but we're glad it happened.
We thank God for the good days and the bad, because in all our days God's held us both securely in his grip. We've known God's incredible kindness to us. Our hearts are in his hands.
We've had a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad year—and I praise God for it.
Condensed from an article on "Walk with Me," a Today's Christian Woman blog © 2007 Christianity Today International. For more articles like this, visit Walk with Me
Nancy Kennedy, "The (Not So) Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Year