Part Two- Faith, Hope, and Love in the Midst of a Rainy Season

Faith, Hope, and Love in the Midst of a Rainy Season – Part Two

In Part One, we explored the biblical relationship between faith, hope, and love and considered how these three abiding virtues sustain us through every season of life. We also acknowledged that while faith may remain steadfast, hope can become weary under the weight of prolonged waiting, unanswered prayer, and life's disappointments.

From Theology to Testimony

Part Two of this blog moves from biblical reflection to personal testimony.

What follows is not simply something I have studied in Scripture or read in a commentary. It is a portion of my own journey—a rainy season in which real-life circumstances tested the truths I believed.

What happens when prayers seem unanswered, the waiting grows long, and anger, grief, confusion, and disappointment begin to drown out hope—not faith?

I recently found myself walking through this kind of season.

Walking Through the Rainy Season

One of the guiding principles of Healed & Healing is to speak with clarity, compassion, and truth. The truth is that following Christ does not exempt us from rainy seasons or storms. Sometimes they come as a sudden downpour—a gully wash—and other times as a persistent rain that gradually forms deep puddles, overflows, and creates floods. Sometimes those storms linger longer than we expect. Sometimes they leave us wrestling with difficult questions while holding tightly to the God we know is faithful—El Emunah- and to the Lord, who is also El Shaddai.

The following is an edited excerpt from my personal journal, written during a persistent rainy season—a season of waiting, wrestling, and learning to hold on to hope when I could not yet see the outcome.

Journal Entry: When Hope Becomes Waterlogged

May 24, 2026

For a few months now, anger, depression, and hopelessness have been rising in me regarding a very personal issue in my life. It has gotten to the point where I am losing strength. I was losing hope. It became so bad inside that I contemplated not putting any more effort into my relationship with Christ—not giving up, but no longer trying. "What for?" I thought. It was an inward giving up. My hope was nearly exhausted. I even wrote a poem that speaks about this season. In fact, I believe it was a forerunner poem to meet me here, as it speaks about rain.

It has been a rainy season for me in the sense that I cannot see clearly because of the rain, and not having any relief or support to lean on has been exhausting. While the Lord is the ultimate support, I was not receiving any answers to my prayer in this area of my life. That doesn't mean He wasn't working in other areas, but in this area, it felt muddy. And yet I believe in the Lord. I want to say that the Lord has hedged me in from behind and before and laid His hand upon me. It is high; I cannot attain it. Even though I am struggling and thrashing about—even though I feel like a Roomba—I know I am still in His hands. These are the two contrasting thoughts that I am experiencing at this time. As I sat with the Lord and read from my devotional book, one of the chapters mentioned keeping on praying, having faith, and gave Scriptures to quote during difficult times. I became almost enraged because this is what I have been doing, and it was not enough for me. If I didn't respect the book, I would have torn it into little pieces because that's how incensed I was when I read this section.

Shortly before this incident, I had a brief flash that disappointment, frustration, and anger were turning into bitterness toward the Lord. As I tried to recall the goodness of the Lord, it wasn't hard; I reiterated that there is no unrighteousness in Him and that His ways are not my ways. Yet I'm still angry, still hurt. I explained to the Lord why I was angry. During this time, my strength was spent, and bitterness was setting in. It was a war, a Great War, within me because I knew the Lord was good, complete, merciful, and answered prayer. So why was He silent in this time of my life when I felt that I really needed Him, His direction? And why so long? Please be mindful that this did not just start; this has been growing for over a year.

When Silence Feels Like Punishment

It had come to the point where I was weary and didn’t have the strength to continue. So as I sat there, sobbing, crying, and trying to pour out my pain, it was like an epiphany hit me- a moment of sudden and profound revelation where a striking event brings new revelation and clarity.

As the dust from the collision cleared, I could see what had hit me. The Lord knew all of this, all the ups and downs I would face, as He is omnipresent, omnipotent, and omniscient. Nothing is hidden from His sight. So the Lord would risk me getting to such a low point in my life – to a point where our relationship would be severely injured. Why? I asked myself Why? There must be something very profound that I need to learn, to grasp, because the Lord is good; there's no unrighteousness in Him. Therefore, it has to be me. What is it that I need to see? What is it I need to understand that is so important that the Lord would risk me injuring my relationship with him and severing my relationship with Him on the inside, where it really matters? I don't know yet. But this thought process helped me. It did something in my soul. It brought about a change in my soul.

Let me reiterate: it was not anger itself that was causing me issues. It was the lack of answered prayer that was causing me to lose hope and increasing my despair, which in turn led to anger, then disappointment, then bitterness setting in. I knew the Lord was good and answered prayer—not always in the way I wanted. Sometimes the answer is yes, sometimes no, or wait. The main issue was why He was silent. I'm not perfect, but I do my best to honor the Lord in public and in private, and it was getting to the point where I was intensely angry at the Lord and at myself. I didn’t want to be angry at the Lord, yet I was.

Hope as an Anchor of the Soul

I still do not have an answer to my prayers. But there has been a change in my soul and in my perspective. I have hope. Hope is future-focused. It is built on faith and assurance. Knowing this in my spirit, this hope feeds my soul. This hope is like an anchor for my soul; again, it has brought about a profound change in me. It has not only increased my hope but also strengthened my faith. I have come to know and believe that Thou art the Christ, and that Jesus the Lord is the substance of my faith, based on His Word, His actions, and His character. They fit together like faith, hope, and love.

What brought me back from the brink of hopelessness and despair? My belief and knowledge of the Lord—through His love, His actions, and His Word, through Christ and the Holy Spirit. He is good; His ways are not my ways. There is no unrighteousness in Him; there is no reason for Him to lie. He is not a man. The Lord loved me enough to allow me to walk through a deep despair in my life. This was a watershed moment for me. The Lord loved me enough to provide a space for me to share my anger with Him and to comfort me during this time of deep anger and frustration, which made room for the soul-changing revelation. Now I can begin to figure out what I need to learn. What is it that I need to grasp? In what ways do I need to mature at this stage of my life so that I can receive what He is trying to give me, since it must be very important? Most of the time, the waiting is on us—to be corrected, to mature, to repent, to humble ourselves, to examine ourselves, to come to a level of understanding, to heal, to be shored up so that we can receive what we need to receive, and to cooperate, get in alignment, or course-correct. And so I have to ask myself: Which one of these is me?

Conclusion

Looking back, I realize that the Lord did not answer my prayer that day. In fact, as I write this, my circumstances have not yet changed. Yet something far more significant did. He restored my hope.

Waiting and Learning

The restoration of my hope did not begin when my circumstances changed; it began when my perspective shifted. For so long, my heart had been asking, “Lord, why are You silent?” But in that moment of revelation, the question quietly became, “Lord, what are You trying to teach me in this season?” That single shift changed everything.

The Lord had not changed. If He had allowed me to walk through such a prolonged rainy season, I could trust that He was accomplishing something deeper than I could yet see.

A loving parent will sometimes allow a child to struggle through a difficult lesson—not to harm the child, but because the lesson learned is more valuable than immediate relief. There are moments when love risks temporary misunderstanding to produce lasting maturity. In much the same way, I came to believe that the Lord was neither punishing me nor withholding His goodness. Rather, in His perfect wisdom and unfailing love, He was forming something within me that is foundational.

This process has renewed my hope. As I continue to cooperate with the Lord in the areas where I need to grow and seek to align with His timing, I can say that I have hope. My situation has not yet changed. My prayer in this area has not yet been answered. But I have hope.

Conclusion: Faith, Hope, and Love in Real Time

In Part One, we explored the strong relationship between faith, hope, and love as they are revealed in Scripture. Part Two invites us to see those same truths lived out in the middle of a real rainy season.

Faith, hope, and love are always at work—sometimes clearly visible and sometimes hidden beneath the surface. Although this journal centers on faith and hope, it is the steadfast love of God that permeates this season’s past, present, and future while His love undergirds every unanswered prayer, every tear, and every moment of waiting.

In this post, I share how the Lord met me during a long season of silence, allowing my anger, frustration, disappointment, and questions to collide with a soul-changing revelation. He did not immediately change my circumstances, but He changed my perspective. That change renewed my hope, strengthened my faith, and reminded me of the Depth of a Father’s love. Now I find myself watching for what I call the aftereffects of rain.

Where I live, after a week or more of rain, the landscape looks anything but beautiful. Roads are covered with mud, rocks, and sand washed down from the mountains. Crews work to clear away the debris so roads can reopen. People wait for the puddles to dry before washing their cars because the roads are still muddy. After a couple of weeks, life slowly begins returning to normal.

Then, almost unnoticed at first, something remarkable happens. A week or two later, the hillsides, open fields, and even the roadsides begin to come alive. Brilliant yellow flowers stretch across the landscape. Depending on the season, they are joined by pink and purple wildflowers, transforming what once looked devastated into picture-perfect scenery. Even orchards and groves benefit from the rain. The rain is quietly nourishing the trees, replenishing the soil, and preparing them to produce healthy blossoms and abundant fruit in the seasons ahead.

I am anticipating this season of my own life. Not only an answer to prayer, but the beautiful growth that often follows a long season of rain.

Reflection

• Faith: What Bible passage, biblical account, or person in Scripture has strengthened your faith during a difficult season? How has it reminded you of God's unchanging character?

• Hope: Has this post changed or deepened your understanding of hope? What is one truth or perspective you will carry with you or share?

• Love: Where have you seen evidence of God's love, faithfulness, or presence in your current season or within the last year?

"Now these three remain: faith, hope, and love. But the greatest of these is love." — 1 Corinthians 13:13

Until then, may the Lord continue to bless and keep you on the journey of -Healed & Healing as you go.

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