I’ve been dancing in the rain a bit too long, I’m thoroughly wet and cold to the bone.The rain has lost its beauty, its instead become my torment. The clouds are dark above me and the wind hard against me. With each step I take, the mud seems thicker around my feet. I’m desperate for one ray of sun to peek through these clouds.
There is a cloud of dissatisfaction over all the places in my life and it seems its been hanging there for awhile. I’m taking steps to try to change things and I have faith that it will all work out. But what about the inbetween times, the waiting area, or the hallways? How do you navigate that? My friend told me to dance in the rain. But what do you do when you’ve grown tired of that? I’ve been praying and reading my word, trying to stay faithful, keeping God’s promises in mind. But what do you do when as soon as you walk out the door your fighting to just be okay? What do you do when you sit at your desk fighting off tears? I know one can never be happy all of time, but I long for that peace in the storm.