Storms

There is beauty in a storm

There is beauty in a storm

I was going through a difficult time in my life—and it matched the gathering dark clouds late one afternoon, promising a downpour. The walk with my two-year old was brought to a halt. Picking her up and pointing to the sky, we sat on a tree stump to experience nature’s dramatic preparations. All too soon swooping gusts and explosive thunder drove us inside the screen door. We cheerfully applauded each crack of thunder and wind-swept swoosh slamming against the house. While helping my toddler overcome fear of a storm by celebrating its beauty, I suddenly saw something new in my own adversity. Storms in life are as inevitable as storms in nature, certain as rhythm of breath. They can be piercing and harsh, yet my trials reveal surprise jewels of insight and empathy—if I look. Personal storms bring me to my knees pleading for God’s help beyond my own. In my need I am more open to His tutorials and comfort. As nature’s storm passes, a cleansing calm settles. The sun scintillates again, clearer and brighter than before upon the world’s distilled beauty. Similarities are found in the aftermath of life’s storms. I feel cleansed, stronger, closer to God. “Weeping may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning” (Psalms 30:5). A loving Heavenly Father walks with me through every storm. He promised, “that all these things shall give thee experience, and shall be for thy good” (D&C 122:7). Always, the sun shines again.

  • What have you discovered about life’s storms?

4 thoughts on “Storms

  1. Annette

    I remember you sharing this experience with me some years ago. I love your great depth and insight.

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    1. Lois Post author

      I don’t like them either. But since they’re inevitable I might as well squeeze out the lessons to be learned.

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