On October 30, 2015, my sister's home was destroyed by a tornado, while she and two of her kids hunkered down inside. Thankfully, they walked away from the event with only a few minor scrapes and bruises. Their community turned out in droves to support her and her family (you can read about that here), which was a blessing in and of itself. But last weekend, exactly a year later, they got to move into their dream home, designed by them and built from the ground up on the same slab the other house was removed from. It is not the way they would have chosen to get their dream house. But they readily acknowledge that the beautiful place they have now would not have been possible without the trial of that storm. Sometimes, friends, the struggle is the very vehicle of the beautiful life we long for, and we must force our eyes to look past the storm and try to find the rainbow.