storms.

Life doesn't always make sense. Storms happen and sometimes the lights go out. We can shout at the sky and shake our fist in anger at the clouds that are covering the sun. We can allow the darkness to overwhelm our soul until nothing is left but an empty shell. Or we can lift our soul to the pouring rain and surrender to the growth it brings. We can allow our faith to be pounded to bits because we know that the storm will not last forever. When the storm has ended, the clouds have parted, and the rain has stopped, we will know. When the sun is shining once again, we will know. As the warm rays of the sun reach our inner being, we will know that there has always been a purpose in the storm. We will see the growth, we will feel the strength, we will hear His still, small whisper. And we will know that He was with us all the time.