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31 Days of Free Writes: Muddle( 31 Lessons :Storms End)

When I read the word muddle I think of a word sandwich.  Where mud and puddle are added together and become a new word, Muddle.

That's what a mud puddle is anyway.  It's where water and dirt meet and muddle. 
Things become mirky and cloudy.

I drive a few times a week over a bridge crossing a lake.  It's a beautiful spot as the road curves out and around the base of a hill and coasts up.  You see a marina and stretches of lake peripherally.  Foliage meets the edge of the water. Something happens whenever it rains a lot.  Of course it always happens whenever ponds, rivers, and lakes get generous dumping of rain.  The water's usual tranquil color is muddled.  My girl's call it chocolate milk. I don't really like comparing chocolate milk to mud, but its an almost fitting description.  
The lake stays churned an muddy for a while, debris carried by currents peppering the top of the water.  It's not too pretty.  
That's what happens to the surface of our lives when storms hit.  They become muddled.  Lots of debris gets carried in and or rises to the top.  Placid cool colored water becomes ugly, muddy and hard to see through.
Storms also rearrange landscapes.  They alter the appearances.  Things can never go back to quite the way they are.  That's one reason storms can devastate so deeply.  
It's not comfortable and often times just like the lake I pass over,  storms become public. Whether it is the public eye of many or of a few.   It's hard to walk through a storm without people seeing the ravages, hearing the wind howling, watching the lightening fall.  
People either can read the storm clouds in our eyes or they can hear the fall out thunder.  They come to know.  And that's not comfortable.  
Water stays churned and muddled for a time.  It doesn't go away instantaneously.  
And yet, one glorious warm day we cross over the bridge and water is dazzling.  Water that seems so pure and peaceful. Bejeweled by a million sparkles of sunlight.  
But we have to wait it out, weather it, and walk through it.  On those storm days it feels like things aren't changing and life will always be as such, but there comes a day when as C.S. Lewis says, "You look back and everything is different." 
It's with that hope all I can say is Amen.


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  1. Give yourself a great big round of applause, girl! You're 1/3 of the way through 31 Days.

    Yippee! Good for you ...

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