I have to give you all a standing ovation. Who would've ever thought that you could have such a mixture of talents. I can carry them all around until waving my hands and then going "open says me". By my side whenever I may be feeling good, bad, up, or down. You're all something special and that's what is important to me and G O D. So I thank you for opening your arms, voices, hearts, and minds so freely.
As part of our profile it asks if you've released your inner book as of yet. I have a few releases but there is one that is trapped deep within. Given my feelings for today, I thought that I would share a piece with you. This is from current writing, Watching Over Me.
My mother told me that I needed to get out of the “storms”. I'm not there because I see myself struggling. Sometimes you have to look past the rain. You know they say you can't see the forest for the trees. Well if you walk out of the “storm”, what is it that you see? Did you leave someone behind that you could've went back for but, you lost hold of their hand? Just because you're out doesn't make the rain stop.
When I vision a storm I see brisk winds, as passing through your mind and they bring a chill. The trees swaying and whatever isn't tied down is blown around. The skies darken and open up. Then it begins. There isn't little drops but a rapid pour. It always sounds like someone is knocking. That's how you know the Lord is working. You may think this isn't so bad, but I did say “storm”. In life we may be able to handle some situations. What will you do when the storm comes your way?
Then there's a large outburst that shakes things up. You grab hold to anything reachable and bend down just enough not to draw too much attention. The thunder starts to rumble and roar. You try to keep on. The dark skies light up. It wasn't because someone turned on a switch. Switch or not the storm has you watchful now. You're now in silence with streaks of lighting coming in and out. The thunder is rolling, the large drops are pounding, and the severe winds are moving about the darkness.
This is what I see when asked about a storm. Although there are many different types. There also could be something staring you down that is also a “storm”. You just haven't realized it yet.
Copyright @2007 Clevette