Touched the Clouds


One day last week when my son and I found ourselves with each other 
and our tears that sprang forth from broken places, 
God touched the clouds. 
He knew we needed something more than dreary gray. 
So He laced them with color. 
For me. For my boy. 
He showed us
a spectacular way to end the day.
His day.

Who can take the clouds
and squeeze ’em till the rain falls?
Or dump out the hail balls?
Who can touch the clouds
and paint the sky
with color that tickles the eye?

There is only One
He is my Father in Heaven.
And He wants to delight you too.


2 thoughts on “Touched the Clouds”

  1. Isn’t it wonderful how God shows us he is in our everyday lives. Whether we are happy or sad or even in between. Debbie Huntinton

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