Drenched in Rain, Covered in Love

Dear Empowered Wayers:The rain lashed against my skin like a thousand icy needles, my breath coming in short gasps as I struggled to keep my balance against the wind. I gripped the handles tightly as my body vibrated in tune with the engine. I couldn’t feel my feet, because the rain had sneaked inside my boots, soaking my socks. The red tail lights of the motorcycles in front of me blurred as the rain smeared my glasses.We still had miles to travel before we reached Fredericksburg, Texas. Our group was small - only three couples. Instead of riding as a passenger on our Road King, I wanted an adventure, so I decided to drive my motorcycle.It was not supposed to rain. I checked the weather before making my decision to ride solo. I had never driven in the rain before and I definitely wasn’t ready to start on this trip. When the rain first began, it was a light drizzle. “No problem,” I thought as we motored along. We stopped at the next rest stop to put on rain gear. That should have been a clue that it wasn’t going to get better.I only had a half—face helmet. That meant no visor to protect my face from the wind and rain. It slowly dawned on me that I may be in trouble if it really started raining.It did.Buckets of rain as if someone had turned on the faucet full force and I was the one beneath it. Bluetooth hadn’t yet been invented, so I had no way to communicate with my husband or the group. There was nothing to do except keep moving forward.Alone but not aloneI was utterly alone. No one could help me if I decided to give up. No one was available to drive my motorcycle. We either left it by the side of the highway or I kept going.At first, my self-talk was judgmental and berating. “What an idiot! What are you doing?” I argued with that voice and I kept insisting, “It wasn’t supposed to rain!” to justify my decision. After several miles of chatter, the voice changed to fatalism when the rain started pounding on the pavement strong enough to bounce. “You must have a death wish.”In that moment, my heartbeat was a frantic drum against my ribs, my mind racing through every possible escape—until I realized there was none. That’s when I whispered the only prayer I had left.I called in celestial help and asked my angels and guardians to keep me safe. As I prayed to God and surrendered to his will, my fear receded. In it’s place, I knew I was safe, no matter what happened. The fear that had gripped my chest loosened, replaced by an overwhelming sense of warmth, as if unseen hands had wrapped me in a cocoon of love.I was soaked in rain and covered in love. City lights appeared ahead of us and the rain let up. We stopped at a restaurant for dinner and warmed up inside. Everyone was amazed that I made it, but they didn’t know I had a co-pilot riding with me. Why did I share this story?I will always remember the moment I surrendered my limited perception of the situation. The moment when I knew I couldn’t save myself. The storm didn’t change, but I did. And maybe that’s the secret—when we stop resisting and trust in something greater, we find the strength to ride through the storm.Have you ever felt fear in your bones? Your mind frantically searches for a way out? Like a mouse in a maze, searching for the bit of cheese next to the exit.When you are faced with an impossible situation and there are no outs, remember to breathe intentionally to calm your nervous system. Then do the only thing possible, surrender to God, or whatever is your higher source. Love will cover you and keep you safe.Remember this truth: fear grips us when we believe we are alone, but surrender reveals the truth—we are always held by something greater than ourselves.Many blessings,Kathryn This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit empoweredway.substack.com