Friday, June 25, 2010


This is me.  My life.

The past few years have been one long, furious storm.  Sometimes it was so hard to see through the pounding rain.  Dark days where the sun seemed a distant memory.  It was all I could do to huddle down with my kids praying God would just get us through. 

And He did.

The storm slowly eased off.  Light began to peek through the gray clouds, giving glimpses of hope that maybe life could be good again for us. 

Now I look around me, amazed.  Surprised.  The landscape looks very different than I imagined.  It always is after the big storms.  But there's beauty here, more than I ever expected.  I see God's glory shining through the fading storm.

We are changed, my kids and me.  There is a heartache we will always carry.  Loss does that to you.  But there's joy here too.  And today, I find myself thanking God for the storm.

In His arms,


Becky Aguirre said...

A beautiful picture of life...I think I can relate. So glad you are coming through your storm to the beauty that awaits you! Love, Becky

Shilo said...

What a beautiful post and so true! Thank you!

Jane Anne said...

I just keep reading your posts of gratitude. I love this beautiful analogy.