This past Friday night, Northeast Tennessee was hit hard by a powerful storm. Lightning cracked the sky, Thunders shook the hills, and many of us lost power. it wasn't just a passing rain - it was the kind of storm that makes you stop, listen, and hold your breath.

But eventually, the winds calmed. Morning came.

The damage was real - trees down, homes affected, streets littered - but so was the response. Neighbors helped each other. Crews worked through the night. People shared what they had. What the storm should loose and destruction, it also stirred in unity and resilience.

Life is the same way. we all face storms - loss, illness, addiction, heartbreak. They come without warning and hit harder than we expect. We feel powerless. We feel alone.

But the truth remains: the storm always passes. Light returns.

In the middle of the chaos, there's still something steady inside us. One breath. One step. One moment at a time. Like after the storm, We Begin Again - maybe a little bruised, but standing.

And like the people of Northeast Tennessee, we find strength in each other. Whether it's a kind word, a helping hand, or simply the decision to keep going, we rise.

The storm may change the landscape, but not the spirit.

 So if you're going through one now, hold on. You're not alone. The winds will quiet. The light will return. And when it does, you'll be stronger than before.

Morning always comes.