I’m sitting on the porch, waiting for the storm to arrive.

Spiritually, physically, metaphorically- you name it. I’m in the middle of the storm.

I watched the Doppler radar as today’s spring pop up boiler raced towards my home.

I waited for it to peak, then I went outside and sat on the porch for a spell.

Bring on the lightning. The hail. The driving rain.

All of this is needed to lash me, because what I’m going through internally cannot be matched.

I’m going to try.

The unsettled wind, whipping my hair around my face, clanging the wind chimes, keeps me from looking in.

The wall of rain and hail approaching at warp speed makes me dig in my heals. I will not be moved!

The lightning flashes my eyes closed, and I open them to face it.

I have to face it.

I’m in a season of healing.

Sometimes a storm does the best wound debriding.

So bring it on.