reflection through the rain.
Life can be difficult and messy. Life is filled with storms. Sometimes they are storms we have made ourselves, and sometimes things simply don’t go the way we imagined, the way we planned. It’s easy to get discouraged when we feel that our best isn’t good enough: we come to a proverbial wall of glass between ourselves and our dreams, and those moments are what test our faith, shake our peace, exhaust our patience. It’s hard to find joy in a day filled with rain. It’s hard to find strength in a road filled with rocks and pain.
We are all called to different lives; we have different journeys and dreams, and we have different struggles. It’s difficult to understand these because so many look at us from the outside with often well meaning words and advice, but it doesn’t always make everything better. Storms are real in our lives not because one person hurts more than another, but because they are real to us. Yes, time will heal the heart, but in the moment of its breaking a hug means more than all the kind words in the world.
For we do not have a high priest who cannot sympathize with our weaknesses, but One who has been tested in all things as we are… – Hebrews 4:15