it was a dark & stormy night

it's raining outside.

thundering and lightningning and the wind is blowing.

it doesn’t do that too much here.

i love it when it does.

storms are awesome. not just their display of the strength of God and the beauty of the lightning and the way they make all things new, but there’s this kind a feeling of togetherness or strength or comfort. what is more comforting than laying in your warm bed as the storm rages outside?

i think sometimes i need to know that i will be safe, that i will survive and conquer and be better, and a storm does this. i will take comfort in the simple things i have and ride it out, and when it’s over there will be this new beauty and appreciation.

and when the storm is over, we will emerge, battered (maybe) but better, knowing that if we can face life during the storm, we can thrive even more so under clear skies.