It's one of those rainy days that my heart understands.  Today the sky and I are on the same page, stormy and too full and unsure of wether to hold it all in or to release.  It's one of those throw on an old sweatshirt and finish the stack of library books days.

Instead I'm sitting here, listening to music that isn't good for my heart, and missing Him so badly.  I've re-read my journals, I've turned to those pages that are underlined a thousand times, I've prayed the same three words over and over.  And I still don't feel close enough.  I would really like that garden right now.  And a long, long walk next to Him.

I want to play my part well in life.  I woke up feeling far away from Him and then He sent this storm and all I can feel is Him.  Large and everywhere and beautiful.  My whole life, I've felt His mark in my soul and I can not imagine what I would be without Him.  But lately, I'm unsure of what it is He's preparing me for. 

I'm deeply in love with His people.  I've never been more aware of our potential.  Or of our darkness.  I've never been more aware of His love.  I woke up this morning and I felt lost without His voice, I woke up and it was silent.  And then He sent this storm and in the storm He sent a whisper of love and I can not stop smiling over Him.

He's led me to a place that is new and just when I feel the confusion building He reminds me that this is His story, not mine.  And that it's a story that has been written since before time, a story with the greatest ending.  A story that makes sense.  Always.

And that makes me love the storm.