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Joy weathers any storm: Happiness rides the waves.

Sometimes fate is like a small sandstorm that keeps changing directions. You change direction but the sandstorm chases you. You turn again, but the storm adjusts. Over and over you play this out, like some ominous dance with death just before dawn. Why? Because this storm isn't something that has nothing to do with you, This storm is you. Something inside you. So all you can do is give in to it, step right inside the storm, closing your eyes and plugging up your ears so the sand doesn't get in, and walk through it, step by step. There's no sun there, no moon, no direction, no sense of time. Just fine white sand swirling up the sky like pulverized bones.

When we appropriate God's great enablers-His grace and His peace-we can achieve gentleness and calmness even during hard times.

Wherever there is true grace, there is a desire for more grace.

A great snow is the calm death of struggle and the transformative birth of life.