Looking Up

Lately I have become absolutely fascinated with clouds. Not like when I was little, trying to find animal shapes in every one I saw, but in the simple beauty of each one. Like snowflakes each one is unique. I first began really paying attention when I was leaving church one evening & the clouds over the steeple were breath-taking. 

So began my real love for God's day 2 creation, "And God called the firmament Heaven." Genesis 1:8a. I began taking pictures of anything interesting I saw in the sky. Sometimes I look at the sky and I can almost hear the trumpet call. "For the Lord himself shall descend from heaven with a shout, with the voice of the archangel, and with the trump of God; and the dead in Christ shall rise first: Then we which are alive and remain shall be caught up together with them in the clouds, to meet the Lord in the air: and so shall we ever be with the Lord." I Thessalonians 4:16, 17.

Not all clouds are fair & peaceful. Some are dark and angry. My mind's eye goes to God's judgment, for I Thessalonians 4:16, 17 speaks of the redeemed of the Lord. What of those who are not caught up with Him in the air at the trumpet's call? Do not be deceived into the mindset that a God of love would never bring His wrath on those He created. He is the God of love, but also the God of righteous judgment. "And the seventh angel poured out his vial into the air; and there came a great voice out of the temple of heaven, from the throne, saying, It is done. And there were voices, and thunders, and lightnings;" Revelation 16:17, 18a

                                                                                                          

But I am secure in the promise of Jesus, "In my Father's house are many mansions: if it were not so, I would have told you. I go to prepare a place for you. And if I go and prepare a place for you I will come again, and receive you unto myself; that where I am, there ye may be also." John 14:2,3

   

So I will keep looking up, anticipating. I think I am beginning to long for home.

                                              WHEN A CLOUD VANISHES IT IS GONE

                                                      MUCH LIKE THE LIFE OF MAN

                                         THE CLOUD MOVED BY THE BREATH OF GOD

                                                 LIFE GUIDED BY HIS UNSEEN HAND

                                                                                                   Shirley S. Jerome

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