Archive for October 2010

Cloudy with a Chance of . . . Sunbeams!

October 20, 2010

My sister loves to gaze at the amazing sunsets we have and the cool cloud formations at any time of day.  Me, I turn shutterbug when I see something really spectacular!

I think of how people are always talking about looking for the cloud’s silver lining.  Clouds are made of water, not fabric, but the lining is silver in a sense.  Water is so important to life that it is as precious as silver.  Most of us don’t even think twice about water.  It’s just there, any time we turn on a faucet, in multitudinous puddles after a rainfall, or sprawling across a landscape in a lake or river near where we live.

But back to the clouds and we’ll leave water for another day.  I like the ways we use clouds to describe things.  Some clouds cause trouble, like storm clouds.  Everyone knows exactly why an angry person is described as looking like a thundercloud.  Or take fog.  We like to say we’re in a fog when we aren’t feeling quite awake yet in the morning.  We need something to clear out our brains, like the sun evaporates the mist.  Sometimes we say someone is in the clouds or on cloud nine, and we mean they’re oblivious to this world or that they’re ecstatically happy.

I also like how clouds can seem to be tucking the sun into bed at night.   Best of all, I like how we use the analogy of the sun peaking through the clouds to describe how we begin to understand a concept (sometimes we also say something dawns on us, but that’s another analogy for another post too).

Sometimes I think I take too many cloud pictures: especially when I have to look through them all and pick out some of the best ones!

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October 10, 2010

Every once in awhile I catch myself singing “Sweet By and By” and think, “Is it normal to for a twenty-one-year-old to be thinking so much about Heaven?”  I mean, Heaven seems such a long way off, after I’ve had a family and all.  Then I come back to reality – Heaven is no further away than my heart, because Heaven is Jesus.

His Majesty’s dwelling place
Ever gushing fountain of Life
Angels hurry about His business
Vivid colors like none seen before
Embraces with saints we never knew
ew Jerusalem, the Bride


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