When rain falls, you cannot stop it. The rain fell for me somewhat recently, and I could neither stop it nor enjoy it nor view it from the distance to prepare myself. The downpour was one of the kinds of rains that come unexpectedly and severely. The winds were so stormy that I watched as the world changed before me. What was fatefully uprooted will never be restored, but I do not find myself grieving. Things change around us every day. The ones who have survived storms are not those who are blessed to live in a place where storming is seldom. The ones who have survived storms are those who have learned to stand in tornadoes and realize that they can do nothing except watch and wait and pray. The ones who cope do not falsely hope for little change; but rather, immediately look for ways to better themselves after storms and adjust to their disheveled lives. Those who run to a place with little stormy weather are decieved. We will never exist without the storms. Just wait. They will find you. There is always another on its way.
God warned me of this kind of storm. He told me it was coming; and even though I did not heed his suggestion to flee away before it was too late, He still stayed with me, and He offered me His umbrella.