Beautiful Storm

The Holy Spirit has song soothing lullabies to my soul. 

Like the calm before the storm but the only wrath to be thrown, is calmness over my soul. 

Inhale. 

Exhale. 

Relaxation covers my mind & down to every nerve in my spine. 

The more I let go & trust God, a wave of calmness enters my mind & infiltrates my thoughts with hope. 

Even in the mist of the storm, I walk in the eye of the storm. 

Everything is twisted, thrown around in the air. It's a spiritual warfare...evil spirits are trying to attack. But I keep my eyes held high...while my feet follow in the eye. 

Realizing being powerless is where the true power lies. 

"Just stand still & stay in the eye."

Dare not look behind, everything has been destroyed. If you step out in the storm, you can easily become destroyed. 

Perspective is what you make it. 

The storm is creating a new ground for planting season. 

Planting...

   Seeds of dreams. 

   Seeds of love. 

   Seeds of self acceptance. 

   Seeds of happiness. 

   Seeds of peace. 

"Let I toil the soil. Just stand still & stay in the eye."

For seeds cannot be planted without disruption of the soil.