The storm emerged without any warning, without any sign. She never saw it coming — a whirlwind of darkness, uprooting her present and cascading shadows over her future. A true collision of disruption and despair, she finds herself consumed by chaos — her faith unraveling as it disappears into the cries of the sky. And in the midst of heartache, she decides that she can either dwell in her disasters or she can learn to weather them — she can let the storm break her or she can let it build her. It’s in this moment of clarity that she begins to fight her way out of darkness. It’s in this moment of grace that she stops running from her storm and starts following her rainbow. And despite the aches of her journey, she is led to a place only she can find — a place of courage, a place of beauty, a place of becoming. This is what it means to overcome. This is what it means to survive. And although the storm brought her destruction, it also brought her strength. She learned that she is more powerful than anything that arrives to break her — the darkness will never stop her from finding her own light.
