Overcast skies

As I walk out the front door into a chilly evening, I see that the light of day is still there, yet fainter, softer, behind the veil of an overcast sky. I see the clouds covering the entire sky, and I am reminded of the reaction many have to such weather. I am also reminded of the symbols that may be seen in such a cloud, for some even omens.

Yet in the symbol of trouble that would cause confusion or worry, I see something entirely different. I have always loved the clouds and welcomed their presence in the sky, and thus I see different symbols and omens. I see beauty in the clouds, how one cloud covers another but not entirely so that there is beauty in the orchestration of the many clouds, so that the many clouds are revealed as wondrous together. I see hope in the clouds, for with clouds often comes rain, and I love the rain -- a symbol of destruction or misery for some, but for others life. I see greater hope in the great number of clouds that surround, knowing that He in whom and that for which I hope will not fail, but rather use the numbers of clouds to a greater glorious end.

Keep hope alive, my dearest friend. Hold on to faith despite the numerous clouds, and deliverance from them will come (though He seems distant, though He seems to wait past the point of endurance, though the evidence strikes at your hope). Allow His hands to offer you help (even when His hands are working through the physical hands of another).