It snowed yesterday, between 3 and 4 inches. We endured mini-blizzards most of the day in our mountain valley. This led to a lot of conversations about the weather. Some people wondered if we would see spring eventually. Others ventured that perhaps the one day of sun we savored a couple of weeks ago was spring---and now we're back to winter. ;) Regardless, most were unamused by the white fluffy moisture we received.
Eventually, we'll be grateful for that moisture. When spring finally does arrive and the reservoir is filled---we'll rejoice. Then we'll be appreciative of the storms we endured.
Recently, there have been a plethora of grieving storms in my life, and in the lives of those I know and love. Though we wince when thunderous pain surfaces, I know that eventually, we'll be grateful for the growth that will take place as a result.
I found a poem I wrote a few years ago that reflects this process. May we all endure the continued storms of life, knowing that is part of why we're here.
The Path of Life
As I look upon the path of life, watching others make their way,
I feel a sense of bitterness for the hardships of each day.
Why must we struggle, the path unpaved, briars, thorns around each bend,
Without warning they pierce, discourage—how can we endure until life’s end?
I feel a sense of bitterness for the hardships of each day.
Why must we struggle, the path unpaved, briars, thorns around each bend,
Without warning they pierce, discourage—how can we endure until life’s end?
I see the heartache and the sorrow—I’ve felt those emotions deep within,
I watch as others stumble, falling, as one trial ends and others begin.
Why must we suffer, where is the balm, why must there be such pain?
Softly whispers a voice within, "From opposition, one can gain."
"If the road were smooth, the burdens light, and only pleasure left to feel,
How could you ever grow and learn, to become stronger as you heal?
How else can you know and understand another’s cause for grief?
How else but through the Master’s plan can we learn to extend relief?"
"Your prayers are heard, though softly answered—you must feel it within your heart,
Clear your mind from ceaseless worry, allowing the Comforter to impart.
Cling to faith, don’t feel discouraged—arise and allow yourself to smile,
For though the journey may seem overwhelming, it will only be for a short while."
"Make the most of every step, hasten to help when others fall,
And when at last your journey’s ended, you will be lifted above it all."
Cheri J. Crane
(1991)
(1991)
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