Yesterday, while we were at the movies a storm howled around our house and drenched everything in its path. Winds whipped rain into corridors, water lingered in rooms, our helper scrambled about mopping up little puddles. Life's like that too. You trundle along at speed thinking the weather's nothing noteworthy, when suddenly, while you're busy with something, or maybe nothing in particular, a storm breaks out and you don't know where it came from. You didn't see it coming. It just grabs you, howls it's way around you and inside you and flings you in its wake. You spend hours, days, weeks mopping up puddles... Your tears from the storm that ripped through you. Chronic illness is a storm you never expect that never really dies down. Add to that the other twisters and cyclones of an ordinary life that swirl and unfurl their fury striking at your very heart... And life seems unbearable almost. But bear it one must if not for one's own self then for those who depend upon us. God grant us grace to live through each storm, God may your angels minister in human form. God collect our every tear and soothe our every pain. God, if it be Your will please stop the rain.
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