Battling the strong hurricane winds of change, and the pounding waves of destruction that follow cause me to look within as to who I really am.  I try to remember that after the storm passes the sun does, once again, reappear as though the storm never existed. Rainbows, off in the distance, are placed there as reminders of the promises that things will and do get better, back to some semblance of normalcy.  That God’s promises for me are, have, and always will be “Yeah and Amen” as long as I don’t give up or give in.  That I will come through my storm a survivor, and not a victim, or casualty of it. 

The highway looms on before me, beckoning me to come into its darkness, into the blackness that still lies ahead.  I inch my way forward down the blackened road before me. 

The journey to find myself in all of this continues…