There All the Time

It was there all the time. The storm clouds covered us all afternoon. Then, in late afternoon, the clouds opened up and the sun's light burst forth in an instant. The sun had been there all the time. In spite of what I call my own limitations to do an Ironman; in spite of my own storms that sometimes keep me inside myself, in spite: there is the light, waiting for the moment, in the "fulness of time" to burst forth and put forth rout to all that is that would keep our souls in hiding; to give light, to shed hope on all that is possible. Beyond our clouds, and through our storms, is an overarching Radiance above us.