All attacks of the enemy.
Your storm may not seem as "big" as someone else's storm, so you may try to "handle it yourself." No need to bother anyone else when their troubles are obviously worse, right? And they need prayer more than you do. Right?
If the storm in your life is big to you, it is big enough to disrupt, destroy, deplete.
And whatever that storm may be, you have a choice.
I have a choice.
I can feel sorry for myself. I can let the anxiety, grief, fear, stress pile up.
I can let the enemy win.
Or I can praise.
In the middle of the storms of life, I choose to praise the One who is ALWAYS with me, BECAUSE He is always with me. And He is SO much bigger than that storm.
Storms will come and go, but He will not. He is our constant help...
I lift up my eyes to the hills— where does my help come from?
My help comes from the LORD, the Maker of heaven and earth.
Psalm 121:1-2 (NIV)
Join me in praising Him today, no matter your circumstance...