It’s like staring into a stormy sky, but still seeing the sun shine through the thickened clouds. It’s like smelling the rain, but not finding a puddle. You know it’s all coming or it’s been there or maybe neither. Either way, I feel the only way out is to go forward, and that means throwing myself into a web of holy truth and trust. I must be entangled so tightly so that when the storm does eventually break or if the sun finally fades … I will not fear for you.