The Storm is Over Now

The Storm is Over Now

The Storm Is Over Now: A True-Life Inspired Story

It was a night Ada would never forget.
The rain poured heavily on the roof of her small one-bedroom apartment.

The wind howled like a wild animal, rattling the windows as if it wanted to come in and devour what was left of her strength.

Her youngest daughter, barely four years old, lay in her arms with a burning fever. The older one, six, sat quietly on the edge of the bed, too tired to cry, too young to understand the depth of what was happening.

Ada was a young widow. Her husband, Chuka, had died just two years into their marriage. One accident on a rainy road had turned her world upside down. She was still in university, still nursing her baby, and still building dreams of a bright future with him. When he died, everything fell apart.

The family turned their backs. Friends became strangers. Life, it seemed, didn’t just knock her down, it buried her under waves of grief, responsibility, and fear.

She almost gave up. There were nights she went to bed hungry, just to make sure her children had something to eat.

There were days she walked miles just to find someone who could help her with even ₦500. But Ada never stopped praying. Even when her voice was too weak to speak, her heart kept whispering, Lord, help me.
There was a time she sold her last wrapper to buy drugs for her sick child. Another time, she begged a neighbor for garri, promising to pay back, though she didn’t know how.

Ada cleaned people’s houses, washed their clothes, and did anything she could with her hands, just to keep the light of hope alive in her daughters’ eyes.

She cried herself to sleep so many nights. She questioned God. She felt abandoned. But she kept going. Every new day was a battle. Yet, with every sunrise, she rose too bruised, but breathing… weak, but walking.

Then came the turning point.

One day, while helping an elderly woman in church clean the children’s department, the woman asked her why she always came early and stayed late. Ada smiled and said, “Because I have nowhere else to go.
The woman took her hand and looked into her eyes. “You have a beautiful spirit. You remind me of myself when I was younger.

Come see me tomorrow.

That meeting changed everything. The woman was a retired school principal with connections to a scholarship program for young mothers. Through her help, Ada was able to return to school, get a part-time job, and gradually rebuild her life.

Years passed. Ada graduated with honors. Her children grew in wisdom and grace. She started her own small business and began mentoring other widows and struggling mothers. The same people who mocked her now celebrated her.

She stood one day on a stage at a women’s conference, holding a microphone with tears in her eyes, and said, “I lost everything”.

I cried, I begged, and I almost gave up. But I’m still standing. Not because I’m strong, but because I kept my faith. I didn’t let the storm define me. And today, I say to every woman going through pain, “The storm will pass. Just hold on. The storm is over now.”

Moral of the Story

Life can break you, test you, and make you feel forgotten. But if you keep going, if you keep believing, the same storm that tried to drown you will be the reason you rise.

Hold on. Your story isn’t over. The most beautiful part is just beginning. Trust the almighty God, He is sending you a special help today. Inspire everyone, share this story!