Life isn’t about waiting for the storm to pass…it’s learning to dance in the rain.
Yesterday was a stormy day for me. It rained and rained and rained. I didn’t bring an umbrella because I didn’t realise there would be no cover for me. As the day wore on, the clouds swarmmed round and round. Circling my worry with the care of an angry crowd. The storm was my own. There was only room for me. No one else could enter it. No one could take me out of it. I just had to wear it. Towards the end of the day I felt wet and tired. The storm had worn me down. I could fight it no longer.
And then, in a moment pure peace, the storm lifted. I found I was dry and no longer worn. I was able to connect with life again. My own and the one growing inside me. As the waves of revelation rolled over me the white wash was my joy. Bubbling up and out from within.
I did not dance in the rain yesterday but I can now see how one could. I did not protect myself from the storm. If this is how I respond to the storm, I need to learn to dance in the rain. I do not want to be helpless again. The storm should not take my life away.