About a month ago I was out trying to take pictures of a quilt and watching a storm roll into the valley from over the mountains. I was a little bugged that the storm was going to ruin the picture-taking so I was trying to hurry and get everything set and snap the pictures quickly. I only got a few pictures taken as the first bit of raindrops starting spilling out the sky and then I quickly jumped back into my car as my front windshield was soon pounding with huge, heavy raindrops.
I sat the rest of the drive home lamenting the fact that I didn’t get a good picture. I just knew they would be terrible.
But to my surprise when I got home and started editing the pictures, the opposite happened. The stormy sky made for some pretty great photos.
I’ve been thinking about that experience lately–about how sometimes the storms in life aren’t always what they seem.
This year has been a pretty rough one for our family….a “storm year” as you will. I really hate to be all cryptic about it but it’s not really my story to tell, even though I play a role in it. Let’s just say raising kiddos is a tough job and kiddos with extra emotional needs is an even tougher job. I seriously feel like I have aged about 10 years in the last 12 months. It’s been a tough road.
And I guess the hardest part is that I don’t know what the future holds, but I do know that there has to be another side to this cloud cover. It’s there, I just need to get through the storm first. That’s what I keep telling myself.
So, for all of you who may be dealing with “a storm,” here’s to hanging on together—so we can all see how beautiful the picture is on the other side. We can all do it together….