I've been in some figurative storms recently. They raged off and on for a few years, and feeling discouraged & defeated, I set about the cleanup efforts.

It's been going on a long time...

Yesterday, we went through a literal windstorm. Then today, I woke up to a brilliant morning. I looked outside... God had painted a picture of my life in the sky, and I was as surprised to see it outside my window as I was to see it in my life.

What a pretty day, after all that storm...