Writing with Juliet Iwelunmor

At the end of the storm, you will wonder whether to cry or simply sigh. You will wonder what remains. The proof of wisdom after all is the desire to learn. And your chi would say you, always you, for no one who lives by the river will ever wash their hands with sand. So keep you, all of you, now that you are wise.

One of my favorite Psalms is a reminder always that in life you will walk through valleys so deep and dark. You will do so with the freedom that he is with you, his rod and staff will protect you, no matter how dark or storm like the valley may seem. New strength will be yours. The right path too. And your cup will always will remain full, for you his honored guest, you for whom goodness and love is yours to keep always. My late dad once ended a letter to me too with this Psalm and at the end of storms, I write it now as a reminder, that surely goodness and mercy, surely these two things will follow me, now that wisdom about storms is ingrained in me…