When it rains it pours But you didn't even notice It ain't rainin' anymore, It's hard to breathe when all we know is The struggle of staying above, The rising water line.
How many of us have gone through a tough situation and are still living our lives as though we’re still in it? Still having trouble sleeping or looking forward to the day ahead. Forgetting that we made it through the tough times.
I have a tendency to make it through one tough stretch and look ahead for the next one—even though it probably won’t ever arrive—instead of appreciating where I am now.
Then the song moves on to:
You hold tight to your umbrella Well darlin, I’m just tryin’ to tell ya That there’s always been a rainbow, Hangin’ over your head. If you could see what I see You’d be blinded by the colors Yellow, red, and orange and green And at least a million others So tie up your boat, Take off your coat, and take a look around.
It always seems so much easier to see the bright side of a situation when you’re not in the middle of it. My wife and I know that Dane will be fine in the future, because we’ve already gone through those teenage years.
Even though your friends and family members can sometimes see the rainbow beyond your struggles, it can be tough to see what they see when you’re going through it yourself, or have in the past.
Kristina has told me so many times when I’m worrying about things happening at Hay House, “I don’t know why you’re so worried. These things always work out fine for you.”
It’s taken 30 years, but now when she says that, I’m starting to believe her. She’s right! They always do work out, and things move ahead and become better than they were before.
I hope you remember that you have a rainbow over your head, showing you that you’ve made it through the storm. It just can take a while to see it.
The moment I have realized God sitting in the temple of every human body, the moment I stand in reverence before every human being and see God in him – that moment I am free from bondage, everything that binds vanishes, and I am free.Have a Blessed Sunday.Angel Blessings and Love.Carol Anne
There are choirs singing in your head. If you listen, you will hear the music. It is the song of angels. Pay no attention to the sounds of the world. They are just noises, and even when added up all together they have no value, make no sense. Strain to hear the song of angels. Listen to the melody within your soul. - Neale Donald Walsch
