Sometimes it seems life has a will of its own, tossing us about without any care for the number of bruises and bumps we pick up along the way. We feel trapped in the chaos of the constant movement and noise, like being caught in a current that threatens to overpower us.
No matter what our storms are, it’s hard to see what good could come of them when waves of doubt are still crashing against the shore. We have faith that all will be well in the end, but sometimes the end feels so far away. Yet it is in these moments that we are refined, our rough edges smoothed by all that crashing and tossing. This piece speaks to that space before “happily ever after,” when life is messy and we feel beaten down and trapped- all the while being quietly transformed to emerge more beautiful than ever before.
