Last night we had quite an impressive storm. While we were at Tom's Aunt Mary's, lightning struck a home on the end of her block severely enough that it brought out a myriad of fire trucks and emergency vehicles. When we returned to Ann's there was no power anywhere--the entire neighborhood was dark and silent. After Kurt took his meds and we chatted a bit in the dark, it seemed the appropriate thing to do to just call it a night and feel my way upstairs to bed. I opened the blind to the window and watched the lightning for awhile. It was interesting--almost a strobe-like effect, seemingly never-ending.
But it did, and this morning is calm and sunny. As I look out the window, I see no damage to anything. The power is back on and peace is restored.
Behind every storm is that reassuring calm.
A metaphor for me to remember on this journey. We've weather some storms with Kurt's health since that early morning June 30 when we brought him here; some miracles that rival that magnificent light show in the sky last night have been provided by the same loving God.
A reminder.
For every bump in the road on his journey to recovery, there will follow a period of reassuring calm. Peace will be restored once again.
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