I love storms. I love rain, thunder, lightning, wind, everything about them.
Sometimes though, it can prove to be too much. It can plow through your life and leave behind the rubble of what you thought was your happiest moments. Memories of what was, what could have been, and what will never again be.
The falls are beautiful, everything seems perfect, until it proves to be too much.
The love you felt from the powerful imagery at the first captivating glance, stole your heart, and soon showed its instability.
It wasn't until the storm subsided that you realized the devastation.
You look at the pieces of what you held dear and break apart.
Time passes.
Days, Months, or years.
You will then open your eyes
to bravely begin again.
You will see with new sight, freshly washed by pain and grief, what a truly beautiful place this still is.
Something may have brought you to your knees.
I pray that you will know there is beauty instead of ashes, the oil of joy instead of mourning, and a garment of praise instead of a spirit of despair waiting for you.
