Storms of Life
As the rain and storms start to roll through, I begin to think on other things. I begin thinking about life, and the deeper meaning of it. The hope, and the sorrow. The rain beats down, and the fire crackles next to me. The purr of the cat, and the laughter of the boys fill the air with contentedness, but I ponder the times that things weren't always to peaceful. As we just had a power outage a day or so ago, I have had time to wonder about all of these things. So here's what I've been pondering.
When you go through those storms of life, whether they be a simple rain storm or a full blown hurricane, what do you do? How do you deal with those things? How do you deal with the grief, pain, loss, sorrow, anger, and rage? I know there is no cure all but there are things to help cope. For starters, prayer is the first thing on the list. There is always a Friend who is there to love on you, and all you have to do is ask. Simple as that. Just ask. Now I am not just saying this to make you feel like I'm saying everything will be butterflies and unicorns pooping rainbows, because that's not the case. At the moment, it's not ok, and it may not be for years to come, but there is a reason. We may never see the reason, or even understand it. Two years ago, I would have said the same thing. There is no hope, there is no reason, and I don't understand why me. Tonight, I found the reason. Many, many years ago, I didn't understand "why not me?" I still don't understand, and probably never will, but I'm at peace because I know that there is a bigger plan.
I miss the days when things made sense for the most part. The ones when I was little where it was Papi, Mum, Half-Pint and I. When I was young and my friends and I played in the yard for hours. The thing is though, if I never went through the things I have, I wouldn't be the person I am today. I wouldn't be someone who wrote what was on their mind for thousands of people to read. I wouldn't have loved, and been loved. No heart break, no sorrow, and never knowing the joy of making it through something so brutal, and painful I thought I could never be whole again. But that's the thing, I did make it through. I not only made it through, but I have thrived. I'm not just whole, but overflowing with compassion I would have judged before. I'm a strong, surviving, fighter. I have loved, and been loved. I've been broken, and knocked down, but I've also been lifted up, and carried. Been supported, put back together, and learned to flourish even in the most brutal of times. If I can do it, so can you. There are people who love you whether you realize it or not. They care, they carry, and they love. You are important enough for them to take the time. So don't give up. No matter what, don't give up. Giving up is letting the world and those in it win. When you get through, you win because you are a better person for it. Besides, when Abba's in your corner, you will always wind up on your feet, no matter how many times you get knocked down, because He will pick you up!
When you go through those storms of life, whether they be a simple rain storm or a full blown hurricane, what do you do? How do you deal with those things? How do you deal with the grief, pain, loss, sorrow, anger, and rage? I know there is no cure all but there are things to help cope. For starters, prayer is the first thing on the list. There is always a Friend who is there to love on you, and all you have to do is ask. Simple as that. Just ask. Now I am not just saying this to make you feel like I'm saying everything will be butterflies and unicorns pooping rainbows, because that's not the case. At the moment, it's not ok, and it may not be for years to come, but there is a reason. We may never see the reason, or even understand it. Two years ago, I would have said the same thing. There is no hope, there is no reason, and I don't understand why me. Tonight, I found the reason. Many, many years ago, I didn't understand "why not me?" I still don't understand, and probably never will, but I'm at peace because I know that there is a bigger plan.
I miss the days when things made sense for the most part. The ones when I was little where it was Papi, Mum, Half-Pint and I. When I was young and my friends and I played in the yard for hours. The thing is though, if I never went through the things I have, I wouldn't be the person I am today. I wouldn't be someone who wrote what was on their mind for thousands of people to read. I wouldn't have loved, and been loved. No heart break, no sorrow, and never knowing the joy of making it through something so brutal, and painful I thought I could never be whole again. But that's the thing, I did make it through. I not only made it through, but I have thrived. I'm not just whole, but overflowing with compassion I would have judged before. I'm a strong, surviving, fighter. I have loved, and been loved. I've been broken, and knocked down, but I've also been lifted up, and carried. Been supported, put back together, and learned to flourish even in the most brutal of times. If I can do it, so can you. There are people who love you whether you realize it or not. They care, they carry, and they love. You are important enough for them to take the time. So don't give up. No matter what, don't give up. Giving up is letting the world and those in it win. When you get through, you win because you are a better person for it. Besides, when Abba's in your corner, you will always wind up on your feet, no matter how many times you get knocked down, because He will pick you up!
Comments
Post a Comment