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Quiet after the Storm....

This morning I woke up and it was chilly inside my room because I left the window open last night. I looked up and my skylight was covered with snow.

I opened the shades and smiled because there was a blanket of snow covered the ground, after yesterday it was almost 70 degrees.

I just laid there and watched the snow gently fall through the air.

I wanted so badly, to just lay in bed all day and be quiet.

Yesterday was horror. I went through a grueling 4 hour interview with a woman who has been through such traumatic abuse that it is the kind of stuff you only read in books or see in movies. I was beyond drained and had to fight back my tears that were brimming in my eyes the entire time of our interview.

Unfortunately, it doesn't look so professional in my line of work to cry, as it is your job to gather the story not process through it with the victim. However, the interview was just intense, I could not contain my emotions. Usually I can. I have grown accustomed to keeping myself in check. Something I had to learn, cause I can be a pretty emotional gal. Especially when it comes to people hurting, even worse children.

As I am reflecting about my last 24 hours a verse comes to my mind

Weeping may endure for a night,
But joy comes in the morning.
Psalm 30:5

Last night I laid on my bed next to the windows. I just listened and was still and quiet. I felt the cold wind on my face, as a storm was rolling in. The wind howled my sky light and it was great. I just laid there and watched the branches on the trees bend to the wind's direction. I probably laid there for an hour. Granted not so good for my homework, which was not getting done. But very good for a hurt soul, which is in the process of being healed.

My windows are great cause I am in an attic apartment and they are high and I can see everything. The other day in fact I watched the sun rise over the tops of the houses. I love those windows.

An interesting thing I am coming to discover about myself, is that I truly am strong.

I am a strong woman, who has been blessed with very specific characteristics for this job. It is a humbling thing because I know that God is all around me. It is not me, all Him. I prayed before I walked into my interview.

I felt like there were angels cheering me on. That for this woman we were bringing justice, finally someone was listening to her story. Finally someone was telling her they cared. Finally someone was just there to support her and hold her hand.

Finally a joy comes in the morning.

For this woman I prayed last night and this morning, that finally joy can come for her. After so much horror and darkness.

After your storms, whatever they are today. I hope that you can get to a place where you can be calm, still and peaceful and a quiet voice can sing over you like angels.

I hope that your joy comes in the morning. That is wraps around you like a blanket and covers the chaos and horror like snow. It just calms everything down. So you can take a step forward. So you can take a deep breath in and move forward.