HOpe is not lost in a storm, it is born there

​There is a promise of goodness in this world.

There are days it's easy to wonder if that promise is a lie, or if that promise has been broken in some fit of anger.

It's the storms that make us doubt; I have seen my fair share of storms.

I've seen toppled trees and shredded rooftops. I've seen abuse and divorce. I have been invited often to believe the promise doesn't apply to me.

But I have not accepted those invitations.

I don't believe the promise is a lie. Because although I have seen many storms, I have seen the other side of just as many.

I have seen that the promise may be often hid, but it is never gone.

Rainbows, they are a sign of hope, a signal the storm is over.

These days I find myself looking for the rainbow inside the storm. These days I remind myself that the hope that comes with a rainbow would never come without the storm.

Hope is not lost in the storm, it's born there.

Storms aren't robbing us of hope, they are producing it.

Storms, they do, they make it easy to believe that hope is lost, but my life tells me different.

No matter how big the storm, hope has always just begun.

There is a promise of goodness in this world, and I have never been abandoned by that promise.