---- My Own,
Do not be afraid of the storms that enter your
life.
They are necessary. They clear the deadwood.
All that is weak, decayed,
and useless is stripped away
leaving only that which is clean and strong.
You are
ready to start anew.
Look at the trees, grass, and sky after a storm.
Everything
glints as it reflects the pure light of the sun.
The song of the bird is
sweeter, the air more fragrant,
and the world is bright again.
Drink deep of my
peace. My peace I give you.
Be not afraid. You are Mine.
