Just a thought...
     Yesterday evening as I was driving Kiara back to Taylorsville to where she has been staying the past 2 months for residential treatment (the last 2 weekends she has came home over night for visits in preparation for her coming home for good hopefully this week) we were driving through another snow storm.  Those who know me know that I am a cry baby when it comes to driving in bad weather, I get stressed, make everyone "be quiet so I can see better" and it is just not a good experience,  Since Kiara has been is residential I have been forced to face this fear of driving on the freeway next to big semi trucks and other intimidating drivers in a bad snow storm- I have been quite happy with my successes but I still don't like it when I am doing it.  Last night, as we started out is was snowing but I could still see.  As we continued going south, it got worse and pretty soon my windows were getting foggy, the roads were slick and I was going slow and cautious trying to not make things worse than they were.  I had made the comment to Kiara that hopefully this was the last weekend that I was taking Kiara back to residential to sleep over--I am so ready for this Beautiful Lady to come back home, and sleep in her own bed.  As we approached Salt Lake, the snow was less and less, my wipers slowed down and I was starting to relax.  Then we noticed it was getting brighter, seeing where I was going was clear.  The sky was absolutely beautiful--we could see all the lights at the factories and everything glowed-- we looked to the east and could see the beautiful mountains covered in the snow, the sky was clear and sharp-everything breathtaking.  Me and Kiara commented about how beautiful everything looked.
     My mind started to wander, and I started to think about this storm I feel like I have been going through--I don't like it, I have been a cry baby at times, its been stressful but there have been moments I have been quite happy with successes-but I still hope to not go through this storm again.  I have had an aching heart as Kiara has been hospitalized and in treatment, and then the past few days with my sisters passing, But I do know this, at the end of the storm is always a clearing, giving us a time to feel peace.  Sometimes after the storm we see real beauty more clearly.  I came home with a great deal of peace inside of me--not saying the clarity that I experienced last night will last but I was given a moment to pause and reflect and gear up again knowing I can handle the next storm. 
                                            I am strong because I have no other choice
                                                (my cousin friend sent me this)