SERENDIPITY: Clouds

Saturday, August 6, 2011

Clouds

I know I am not the only one in love with clouds! I love that each and every single day (unless you have a cloud free sky) you are guaranteed different clouds. There is something so glorious about looking up and seeing God's handiwork. When my dad died I took such comfort in the sky. Not just the day sky but the night sky. It seemed that it brought me more comfort than almost anything else. I know that one day we are told in the Bible that our God will come back in the clouds. His clouds, for me during that time, were a reminder that it would be o.k. Another reminder that God is in control. I still find such peace in the sky. It is not the "sky" but the creator of all things that made they sky. I think my love for clouds has been passed to the kids. I was going through the pics and found these random pics of the beautiful sky. I am sure it might have been Bobbi. That is one of my goals in mothering…..to give to them an appreciation for God's nature, His creation. To always take time and notice the things around you. Kinda that old saying, take time to stop and smell the roses. Is that the saying? Those small things amongst the big things that we want our kids to take with them into adulthood. God's beauty is worth noticing each and every single day. I also think it helps keep things in perspective. There are not a lot of constants in our lives but God is the same yesterday, today and forever. -

Lamentations 3:22-23 It is of the Lord's mercies that we are not consumed, because His compassions fail not. They are NEW EVERY MORNING; Great is His Faithfulness.

1 comment:

Jill said...: Amazing...just yesterday in the car I told the kids to look out the window and look at the clouds. I couldn't believe how beautiful they were! Then this morning in my devotions I just read the verses about God coming back in the clouds...I love when God does that!; August 7, 2011 at 8:56 AM

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IF by Rudyard Kipling

If you can keep your head when all about you are losing theirs and blaming it on you; If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, But make allowance for their doubting too; If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, or, being lied about, don't deal in lies, or being hated don't give way to hating, And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise; If you can dream - and not make dreams your master; If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim, If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster and treat those two impostors just the same; If you bear to hear the truth you've spoken twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken, and stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools; If you can make one heap of all your winnings and risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss, and lose, and start again at your beginnings, and never breathe a word about your loss; If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew to serve your turn long after they are gone, and so hold on when there is nothing in you except the Will which says to them; "Hold on!" If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch, If either foes nor loving friends can hurt you, If all men count with you, but none too much; If you can fill the unforgiving minute with sixty seconds' worth of distance run, Yours is the earth and everything that's in it, and which is more, you'll be a man, my son!

My Dad

our last christmas, little did we know!! we miss you-you are always in our thoughts. We sold his house, it was as if we had to say goodbye again. Nothing but fond memories. Movie night, hide and go seek, fishing, the beach, pool table, weight room, ice cream, bagels, peach diet iced tea, laughing...simply you. Miss you more than you will ever know. It feels as if it was just yesterday, thank God you are "free". "With your final heartbeat, kiss the world goodbye, go in peace and laugh on Glory's side. And fly to Jesus, fly to Jesus, fly to Jesus and LIVE....." .