Yesterday, so many of us shared in the comfort of celebrating love.
Many others didn’t though.
Life doesn’t always (or often, even) happen according to Our Plans.
One of my favorite reminders is that “Serenity isn’t freedom from the storm. It’s peace amid the storm.” This helps me shift to a place of stillness, prayer or meditation.
Mainly it helps me shift.
How do you make that peaceful shift in the midst of The Storms that hit you?
Lisa’s Cheap Therapy blog 
This blog entry is so timely in my life as I encounter the storms that accompany completing a dissertation. I have “fought” plenty of storms over the last fiv years while working on this doc degree, but the dissertation phase is teaching me a great deal about faith in storms.
I joke that God has agreed to follow MY plan for my life until I graduate in May as long as I follow HIS plan for my life after that without question. It even seems to be going that way, but I am recognizing God’s handprints all over my days more and more often. Right now, this helps me face my storms….because I know God has me in the palm of His hand now and always!
Judi, here’s to handprints! thanks…
I’d like to say I stop to pray and consciously connect with God, but what I do is try to keep breathing, hunker down emotionally, and put one foot in front of the other and do what seems to be the next right thing.
Later, I notice that God’s been there the whole time and I am grateful. After lots of storms, I trust that I will be okay and all will be well. Just maybe not the outcome I would choose.
I’m there with Robin, hunkering down emotionally, but also physically—I tend to curl up in bed under a puffy comforter to sleep and dream for a while. Only then can I put that one foot in front of the other. Since I am still on my never-ending spiritual search, I can’t say that I feel God has been with me. How can I, when I am not sure who or what or if God is? I know there is something that helps me weather the storms and survive, but I just can’t bring myself to give it that name….
Robin, thanks for that reminder to breathe and that image of hunkering down. i’m guessing many can relate to that!
ML, call me crazy (go ahead …;), i bet God doesn’t care about what we call him/her/it as long as we keep trying to call.