all hail breaks loose.

Sometimes life's ice falls so fast and so hard. We seem hard-wired to look for shelter and pray for the storm to pass.

I wasn't prepared for this today. I thought by now the sun would be here to stay. It's too cold for me, too wet for me, too much for me.

But then, upon closer examination, the storm's yield is so very beautiful.

This is a precious experience. I don't know why I missed it before. This is too gracious of Him, too compassionate of Him, too much for Him to be giving me.

The thought hardly occurs before the sun appears.

And it's over.

I'm glad I didn't completely miss the splendor in the storm, though I wish I'd seen it sooner.