Storm clouds can arise for anyone and anywhere and, if we are wise, they catch our attention in deeper ways. These are metaphorical storms, of course, the ones that loom suddenly and sweep us into difficult and sometimes debilitating situations.

There is no one on the planet, no matter what their wealth or status, good looks, rude health and otherwise fortunate circumstances who will not experience the storms that bring suffering and pain to their door. It is almost always unwelcome and invariably wished away. 

You can face them square on, or give them side-wards glances, or try to turn your back, but the storm must be gone through, no matter what. Drugs, alcohol, tranquillizers and hedonistic living merely stay the moment when matters must be dealt with in some manner.

Because I have faith, I can yield my circumstances to God. I can only know the tiny portion of what is, like a pin hole in a sheet of cardboard held up to the eye. I do not know the end from the beginning, or how seemingly chaotic events can work towards a better end. That is a matter of trust for me.

Storms are still painful, but there is solace in knowing that I am not the captain of this ship.