There’s a promise tucked inside Joel 2:25 that has been stirring in my heart lately: "I will restore to you the years that the locust hath eaten, the cankerworm, the caterpillar, and the palmerworm, my great army which I sent among you." At first glance, it's just a list of plagues: locusts, cankerworms, caterpillars, palmerworms. But look deeper, and you'll see more than just insects. You'll see your own life. Your own story. The Locusts : sudden, sweeping losses that strip life bare in an instant. The Cankerworm : slow erosion, the kind you don't notice until the foundation crumbles. The Caterpillar : stolen potential, transformation interrupted before it could bloom. The Palmerworm : small compromises and small heartbreaks that nibble away over time. Not every loss comes the same way, but every loss leaves its mark. Some of us know what it's like to have dreams devoured. Some know the hollow ache of seasons wasted, stolen by circumst...