Sometimes storm clouds gather, even on the clearest of days. It can happen quickly, blocking the sunlight almost instantly. It’s especially true of storm clouds of the soul. They cover us when we least expect them.
Yesterday, a very dear friend died in her sleep. I was really heartbroken, my sky suddenly filled with dark clouds. But it is a part of life. She lived a good and long life, filled with love and joy, and loved by all who knew her. There were times in my life when she was like a mother to me. Everyone will miss her, but more importantly, they will give thanks for a life well lived.
Storm clouds will come over us. That is a reality. They will fill our skies often. But they will eventually clear and give way to blue skies. They always do.
So today, I give thanks that storm clouds do not devastate us. They are nature’s way of reminding us that life is both sunshine and shadow, and that in both, we will be okay.
When you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about.
― Haruki Murakami, From Kafka on the Shore
God of the Sparrow 🌱 By Kathy Manis Findley 