Pointless Shelter

Sometimes shelter is the last thing we need.

Many years ago, I began a blog that never materialized.

Life has completed it for me.

I was running in an extreme storm that morning, in the dark of course, so much so that I was looking for something to hide under.  It was just so oppressive and saturating that I was having trouble making progress.  As I ran by a local store,  I ran across the street to the dry porch under the front canopy.

But then I had a thought.  A reality thought.  An uncomfortable thought.

But the truth.

I couldn’t stay.

I could be dry, temporarily.  But that would not get me any closer to my destination.

I would not get through the storm . . . unless I ran through the storm.

There is no shortcut to getting through a storm.  You can shelter yourself and hide, but the storm will be there waiting for you when you come back out of hiding.

This has been a stormy year.  I’d love to avoid it all.  There are dates coming: birthdays, Christmas, anniversaries, and I’m not looking forward to any of them.

But to get through the storm . . . I have to go through the storm.

I just don’t have to go through it alone.