I love rainbows.

I love thunderstorms, hard rain, lightning, wind… all of it.

Storms feel… powerful.

I have been known to just go stand out in a storm and let the wind and rain blow violently on my skin. It is invigorating, and the power of nature and God is inspiring. The power of wind can feel like a hug from the Spirit World. (Sometimes a very hard hug!)

I love it when wind that I cannot see — but that I can feel — caresses my mortal flesh, with tangible force.

I have had many sacred moments with the wind, Charles, and my ancestors.

I have learned that as the storms of life come — and they always do, and they always will — it is okay to just stand still as it comes at you.

Be still.

Breathe.

Peace.

Give it to God.

PLAY IN THE STORM!

My heart is a restless one. It always has been. And lucky for me, I have had lots of opportunities to practice being still during stress and trials. Some trials have come at me just because the world turns, and others occur because of choices that I have made.

I am here for it all. Learning from all of it.

Walking through it all, with God as my Teacher, and my Guide.

I do find it interesting that when dramatic moments of impact come, my vision can slow WAY down, and it becomes almost like watching a movie of my own life.

For example, in the hospital room, and so many moments after Charles died, time felt like it was ticking on a broken clock.

Things felt like they were happening in slow-motion-moments.

The movies get that right.

The time surrounding death seems to zoom out and slowdown somehow.

Time.

Moments.

That is all we really have in this life…

Small moments. Big moments.

Brilliant, beautiful, wonderful, and sometimes heart-shattering, treacherous, horrific, moments…

And that is life.

Life is messy. Life is hard. Life is a struggle.

But struggle… is beautiful.

Storms are beautiful.

Grief is Godly.

And so are you.

When you are watching a movie, which scene is your favorite?

The one where the main character is crying, or smiling?

For me, it is both.

We need both the pain and the pleasure.

The sun and the rain.

We do not have to outrun the storms in our lives.

They will keep coming for you, and me.

Instead, let’s learn how to walk with rainbows, in the storms.

Let the Light guide the way through the darkness.

Feel the storm as it caresses you, and changes you.

Let the storms fill you with power and wisdom, and grace.

God’s grace.

Rainbows don’t just come after a storm.

Rainbows happen in the beginning, and the middle, too.

Walk with rainbows, and with God, through it all.

Storms are beautiful, rainbows are magical.

And so is life.