it rained today in the city. normally this upsets me, seeing nothing but concrete and then a gray sky dropping water all over me. but today was different. today, it brought a sense of peace and joy. it brought hope.

hope, that soon it will pass. storms come and go, they never stay. some might linger longer than others, but they eventually pass. sometimes they hide the end, like a cloud covering a mountain top....but i know it is still there. there is hope. and though the end i am walking towards seems dark; though the mountain top i climb towards seems non-existent, i know it is there. i cant do it on my own, no. i am to weak, to frail. i am often times blinded by emotion. everything within me says, just curl up in a ball and let it pass. but i cant. i want the light, and it is there.

i need help, i cannot do this on my own. my weakness holds me back, it tempts me to give up. but i cant. i must lean on the One who has been through the storm. the One who has made it, and is qualified to lead. this is where my hope lies. this is where strength surges to overcome my weakness. not my strength, but His. this is my hope. i know what lies behind the clouds in this storm, and it is glorious.