Grateful that the thunderstorms of life and in life take so many forms. Literal ones that are gray, silver and white clouds accompanied by sheeting rain and wind. Visible signs of God’s glory and power. Others are more intangible, things in life that don’t go your way, decisions you don’t want to make but ultimately have to. Both will wash you clean and leave you newborn, vulnerable and needing to *move* ..somewhere different than where you are. The Gratitude enters here. Grateful for new opportunities that you didn’t know you needed or wanted. Nothing bad, just different I’m still in process……I’m grateful for my thunderstorms.