I’d never seen lightning like this. A few Wednesday nights ago, it was more than a thunderstorm. I’d call it a lightning storm.
But I wasn’t scared.
Because I was in the house.
When storms threaten, you need a place to go. A place where you belong. I was in mine. I could see the flashes of lightning through the blinds, but I was protected in my bedroom, husband by my side.
When storm clouds gather in other ways, I know to get inside, too. Where it’s safe. Where I’m protected.
It may be lunch with my sisters, physical and spiritual. It may be a Facebook message thread with encouragements to stay strong. It may be a group of three in my living room gathered to pray it out until the storm has passed.
We all need love to stay strong. And while we all have God’s love, we need each other’s love, too. Because that’s where we’re safest, when we’re totally surrounded by love.
The winds blow and the rains pelt, but nobody can blow this house down.
Come inside. Until it’s safe to go back out.
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Where do you feel you most belong? Where is your safe place?
- It’s not over
- Don’t be invisible