I don’t always sleep very well, and often spend time solving the world’s problems in the wee hours of the night.
Recently while pondering, I was thinking about clichés that we so often let roll off our tongues as gospel such as “Every cloud has a silver lining” and “After the storm, there’s always a rainbow”.
Oh really? I don’t want to “bring anyone down” or “burst anyone’s bubble”, but “I call foul” on those two!
I have been in a lot of big, dark, dismal, ugly, black, hail producing storms in the past few months. I have had to swim against the currents, been swept out by the tides, needed boats to rescue me … I’ve been beaten up by humongous hailstones … I’ve been tossed about by damaging winds. I’ve kept my eyes on the sky and have yet to see every cloud having a silver lining nor spotted a rainbow after the endless storms.
That’s just the truth. It’s not pretty, but it’s life and sometimes life isn’t pretty. There is a time for every season in life. There’s a time for dancing and a time for weeping. We don’t get to choose when we will pass through those seasons.
I haven’t had silver linings and rainbows in this season, and to be frank, not even much sunshine. But I have faith and I have hope, and I know that the seasons will once again change for me. And I believe that if you’re getting pounded in the head with hailstones, they will change you at some point too. In the meantime, run for cover!
Frances Durisseau is a motivational speaker and writer.
Contact her by e-mail at Inspirations_By_Frances@yahoo.com.