Blessing in Times of Storm
Dear Friend,
There is a stillness within us, a sacred depth that no gust of wind nor howling rain can disturb. It is in the quiet core of our being that we find the place where the soul resides, anchored and steadfast like the roots of the oldest trees, grounded in a wisdom that transcends the passing tides of external chaos. Though the world may tremble, we are held by something more enduring, something that whispers of eternity and the subtle beauty of impermanence.
The storm, in its fierce dance, may cause the surface of life to ripple and shake. The winds may lash against us, and the rains may fall in torrents, yet deep within, we stand unwavering. For we are made of the very elements that shape the storm—winds that carry change, rains that cleanse and renew. We carry within us an unspoken grace, a light that no darkness can quench, a flame that remains warm even when the world grows cold.
In the face of such turbulence, may we have the wisdom to pause and listen. May we recognize that the storm is but a moment in the endless rhythm of the seasons. It will pass, as all things pass, and in its wake, we will find a new clarity. There is a certain peace that comes only after the storm, when the sky clears and the world feels washed clean, as though all has been forgiven. In those quiet moments of renewal, we remember that even in the midst of pain, there is always the promise of gentleness, always the invitation to grow, to learn, and to become more fully who we are meant to be.
May we, in times of storm, find sanctuary within ourselves. May we draw upon the deep well of quiet strength that lies within, remembering that true peace does not come from the absence of conflict, but from the acceptance of it. We are not called to avoid the storm, but to hold it with grace and understanding, recognizing that it is part of the greater journey that shapes us.
May we remember that, though the winds may rage, and the rain may fall in torrents, we are never truly alone. There is always something within, always something beyond the horizon, that holds us in its embrace. And when the storm has passed, we will stand, not only unbroken but transformed, for we will have learned to dance with the winds, to trust the rhythm of the rain, and to find in the heart of the storm the invitation to awaken more fully to the beauty of life.
No matter how fierce the winds may blow, may we always remember that there is a place within us where we are at peace. It is there that we can return, again and again, to find the stillness that cannot be disturbed, the calm that remains even in the wildest tempest. And from that place, we will continue to walk with grace, knowing that no storm, no matter how great, can ever move us from the love and strength that live within us.
I love You,
Alma
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