The Storm

When the storm comes, pray that it will shake you to your roots and break you wide open.

Being broken open by the storm is your only hope.

When you are broken open, you have a chance to discover for the first time what is truly inside you.

Some people never get to see what is inside them; what beauty, what strength, what truth and true unconditional love.

They were never broken open by the storm.

So, don’t run from your pain – run into your pain.

Let life’s storm shatter you. 

The beauty of being shattered is how the shards become our character and our marks of distinction.

This is how we are refined by our pain.

When the storm rips you to pieces, you get to decide how to put yourself back together again.

The storm gives us the gift of our defining choices.

You will be a different person after the storm because the storm will heal you from your perfection.

People who stay perfect and unblemished never really get to live fully or deeply.

You will not be the same after the storms of life; you will be stronger, wiser and more alive than ever before! 

“Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add colour to my sunset sky” – Rabindranath Tagore 

You see, it is our pain that connects us to all of the most beautiful parts of life.

Love is such a marvellous pain.

Birth, death, and suffering show us the essence of life and teach us so perfectly what is most important and precious.

We are all made complete by our pain.

When the storm of life comes howling and raging outside your window; when you look that tempest in the eye, there will be a quickening in your instincts.

At that moment, you will burn with aliveness.

Your total intelligence knows exactly what to do because you were made to weather the storms of life.

You will survive, and both you and the world will be transformed!

By @peacewriter51

Life is like a bunch of roses. Some sparkle like raindrops. Some fade when there's no sun. Some just fade away in time. Some dance in many colors. Some drop with hanging wings. Some make you fall in love. The beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Life you can be sure of, you will not get out ALIVE.(sorry about that)

One reply on “The Storm”

Comments are closed.