WHAT AM I WITHOUT THE STORM?

As I leave south Louisiana today, my childhood "home", my parents, my sisters, and the "resting place" of my Meagan, I am full of emotions. Emotions of various descriptions flooding every ounce of my being. And I battle to let go as many as possible...but they linger like the rain.

I wrestled with my inner self out at the "site" as I saw my reflection in the black marble. Meagan's name. My face. HIS bellowing skies. HIS thunder and rain. HIS sovereign presence. I sat in silence, inhaling every Word He would speak to my soul as the rain began to pour, and the thunder grew in intensity.

As the rain continued, I sat in the car staring at my reality. Then my phone binged. It was a text message from our youngest daughter, Melody. His Word through her pen straight to my soul. Tears and a calmness came over me.

Here is Melody's writing this morning with the preface: "I don't know who this is to. I wrote it as my morning note for Chad, but it's to God...and to me...and to whoever relates."