Life has way of getting you down. Of picking you up and dropping you.
That's how it feels now.
But it never stops. When you ask life for a reprieve, unfortunately it doesn't care about your opinion. You face the next obstacle, the next trial, a new day. Just keep going.
Sometimes it doesn't even have to be something big that has rocked your life. Little things chip away, slowly breaking your resolve, crumbling the walls that you've so carefully built. What happens when those walls come down?
Have you ever been tired of being strong? As if the walls you're holding up get too heavy, and you simply can't hold them anymore? I'm scared I can't be strong enough for everyone. That I won't be able to hold up the walls for them too.
These storms in life can get the best of us. Sometimes we weather them and sometimes they seem too strong.
But storms always end.
The thunder may rumble now, your heart resounding with the sound, and the only thing you can hear is that you're alone. But that's a lie too. You're not alone. It's just that once in awhile the storm in so dark you can't see anyone else. But they're there.
The lightning may flash, fear finding it's way into your heart. Giving everything a twisted, distorted look to the world.
But something I've noticed is that after a storm, the skies can be so beautiful. Splashes of color painted across the sky. It gives us hope. It gives us a sense that maybe things will get better, we just have to wait out this storm. Because a beautiful sky is waiting on the other side.
Every once and a while, a storm can be beautiful and majestic in it's own way. It all depends on how you look at it. But that's another story.
This was the first real blog that I've been completely open and honest with. The others were pictures, or short devotions I wrote. So in short, I don't know why I'm writing this. But sometimes in life, next to God, ink on paper is the next thing to go to. If you're in a storm, keep going, it will get better.