Today as I drove home amidst whirling snow and poor visibility, I began to think about how blessed I was to have so many amazing friends surrounding me for most of my life. They have been beacons for me that light my path. Even in the darkest hours, they have led me through to the other side. I am grateful for these people tonight.
I am also cognizant that storms are sometimes best survived by slowing down, breathing and moving forward despite the fear or the desire to not continue. Some rush ahead boldly, but foolishly–mostly half-ton trucks who think they won’t end up in the ditch. Others are happy to find community in a convoy and journey together. That would be me. I stayed in the line up and did not speed forward into the blustery weather. I arrived safe and sound at my destination.
How do you weather storms? Do you keep your eyes on the Light in the darkness?