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Mute Button

"Why doesn't God talk to me any more?" I asked a friend. "Maybe He has been, and you aren't listening," came the reply. After a little thought, I realized she was right. Somewhere in my spirit, I had pushed the "mute" button, not wanting to hear what God had to say. Now I've released the "mute" button and oh, how I long to hear from Him again. But I realize it will take some effort on my part. I plan to draw close to Him and He will draw close to me, as the Bible says in James 4:8. So, it won't be long now, and we'll be talking just like the old days. I cant' wait.

Immeasurable Love

Immeasurable Love
By
Patricia Brey

"I can't measure my love, there's nothing to compare it to." Those are the words to a song from June of 1980. Those words remind me of God. His love is immeasurable. I mean, think about it. First of all, GOD IS LOVE. We know this because the bible tells us. We also know that God is infinite. He is not bound by dimensions, gravity, space, time, nor anything else we measure by. God is everywhere. He is soooo big. Nothing can contain him, nothing can measure him. And so is His love. His love cannot be measured. His love for us… He can't measure His love because there's nothing to compare it to. It’s immeasurable.

Well-Balanced Meal

Well-Balanced Meal by Patricia Brey

“My plate is full” the woman said, obviously overwhelmed by her daily life. So I asked myself, “Do I have a full plate?” Yes, I do, but I don’t feel over-burdened like she did. And that got me to thinking…

We've all gone to a buffet or stood in line at a pot luck meal. And have you ever noticed other people’s plates as they leave the line? Some people pile it up so high, you wonder how they will ever eat it all. Children, at least my granddaughters, will walk away with just potato chips, cake, and couple cookies. And just in case I’m watching, they add one tiny carrot. So, although their plates are “full” it is not well balanced nor healthy.

So is your plate full of prayer, good deeds, fellowship, ministering to others, edifying the brethren? Or is it full of EARTH? So many things need to be done: shopping, laundry, cooking, wash the dishes, a job to go to, mow the lawn, shovel the snow, etc. etc. etc.

God wants us to have a well balanced life. He knows what you have need of. He knows you live on the earth. Go to work….sure. But did you pray today? Gas up the car? Yes, but did you take a moment to call a sister or brother to see how they are doing? So you have a full plate? Good. But is it full of earth or is it a well balanced meal?

Error In Thinking

Error in Thinking - Patricia Brey

Rom 6:17 “But God be thanked, that you were the servants of sin, but you have obeyed from the heart that form of doctrine which was delivered you.” Obey God from the heart, but I’m not always sure about what’s in my heart?

One day I was talking to someone in the church and I said something to the effect that in the right siutation, I would want to lie. I said that because I actually thought in my mind that there can be a situation where sin could actually served me. It is an error in thinking.

If I think there are times when sin serves me, my thinking is corrupt and that leven could corrupt all of my mind. It must be gotten rid of. But how? There is never a time when sin is my slave. It never serves me, ever. It is the opposite. I serve sin. And I become a servant to it. It owns me. It controls me. But somehow it presents itself in a way, that I THINK it will serve me. That it will be FOR me. It will help me. Error. Error. Error.

Can dispbeyng God, EVER be a good idea? No. So sin, which is disobeying God, can never be good. And can never be good for me. It can never serve me or be good for me. I serve sin when I disobey God. I am the servant of sin then.

Forgiveness

I was talking to Taylor, my granddaughter, this morning about forgiveness saying if you really forgive you won’t keep bringing it up. It’s like a chalkboard when you erase it making it disappear. But Taylor said at school when her teacher erased something, you could still see what was written there on the chalkboard. I knew what she was talking about. You can still see a faint outline of the words. Forgiveness can be like that. You THINK you have forgiven but there is still a faint outline there so you still see it in your mind, never truly forgiving.

I remember when I was younger when I would have to wash a chalkboard with water…it was the only way to get it truly clean. I want to forgive like God forgives me. I want to wash it clean, not just wipe with an eraser on a chalkboard.

Brett Favre Fan

I live in Wisconsin, which means there is an 80% chance I am a Packer fan. That's just how it is in Wisconsin. I am also a Brett Favre fan. Not fanatic. I just really appreciate his God given talent. I doubt there will ever be another player like him. It is cool to have watched his career. So when the General Manager of the Green Bay Packers traded away BRETT FAVRE I thought he was the stupidest man on earth. And I continued to think that until I watched the football game last night.

Brett is now with the Minnesota Vikings and last night they played the Green Bay Packers. It was a fun game because I was rooting for both teams. I do not believe the Packers have the talent to make it to the Superbowl this year. The Viking, however, look like they have a very good chance, barring severe injuries.

I recall hearing in an interview that what Brett really wanted was to go to another Super Bowl. Whether he makes it or not, it wouldn't have happened with the Packers. They just don’t have the talent. So, he had to go play a year with the Jets which I don't think he really wanted to do. But I do believe he played each game the best he could. And now he is with the Vikings – his best chance at achieving his goal. Where ever he played, I believe he always played his very best.

Your life's direction may not look like it is heading where you wanted or where you thought it should be, but if God is your General Manager, all you gotta do is give your very best every day and He will make sure you are a winner. You can't see the future, so you gotta trust Him and like I said, just do your very best every day, even though it doesn't look good at the moment.

One more thing....Brett took a beating in the press, with comedians, and with people all over the country talking about his decisions, or rather indecision. Brett even did a Sears commercial mocking his own indecision. He had no control over what people were saying. He only knew his goal. And he had to bare it. No one understood what he was doing. I don't even know for sure if he knew his career would take this direction, but he had to bare their talk, criticism, etc. When you are being led by the Spirit, friends, family or even other church members may not understand. They may talk against you. Advise you incorrectly. (Remember Job?) You just have to bare it and stand strong in your faith in Him. He will make you a winner.

Hit and Run

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Hit and Run

I did a ‘hit and run’ on a blog the other day. I was flipping through blogs and I came across one I wanted to comment on. My comment, although contrary to their point of view, was polite and respectful. But the truth was, I didn’t want to here their come-back justification defending their point of view. I just blew in, stated my words and blew out. My words, however, may have had an impact, either giving them something to consider or just making them angry. Plain and simple, it was a hit-and-run.

People do hit-and-runs all the time. Not an actual hit-an-run in a vehicle, you understand, but a verbal one or one of gestures or actions. Situations where people say things or do things that hurt your feelings or made you angry – and in a flash they were gone. A stranger cutting you off in traffic. If you hadn’t slammed on the brakes fast enough, you could be dead. It makes me angry that they risked my life because they were in a hurry. And now that stranger is gone…I can’t even vent my anger at them. I stuck with that anger in me. A perfect hit and run. Or a friend saying, “well you do have a problem with selfishness” as they walk out the door. Said so matter-of-factly, as one might say, “isn’t it a nice day.” And then they are gone. Hit and run with words.

A hit-and-run leaves damage behind. They blow in, make the hit, whether it be actions, gestures, on a blog or the words you speak. They leave behind anger, hurt, frustration.

What I have learned is this: The hit-and-run person is long gone. Very often they don’t even know they did something wrong. I’ve went up to friends and said, my feelings were hurt when you did this or that and they as so apologetic, saying “I am so sorry. I absolutely did not intend to hurt you. I had no idea that would hurt your feelings.” There are hundreds of reasons why that could be. The one I think is most common is they haven’t walked in your shoes, so they have little comprehension or compassion to where you are coming from.

To the thing about a hit and run is, it’s over for them from the minute it happened. They say it and they are gone, never to think about it again. But for you, it continues and the only way to become free is to forgive. They will never even know that you have forgiven them. Often they don’t even know they did wrong. I’m sure you have heard that “forgiveness is not for the other person, forgiveness is for you.” And you can see, by the hit and run, how true this is.

Free Sample

I have two little stories to tell you. They may seem unrelated at first, but I will tie them together at the end. The first is about my granddaughters. The other day I asked them, “Do you want to go to the grocery store with me?”
“No, Gramma. We’re watching cartoons,” the eldest of the two replied.
“Okay, but you’re gonna miss it. Today is Saturday and you know what that means.”
Yelling in unison, they ran for their coats. “It’s free sample day!”
My grandkids love going to the store on the weekends because scattered throughout the store are scores of “free sample” ladies. They set-up their pizza ovens and microwaves on cardboard tables, offering bite-size samples of their delicious wares.
Sometimes if you get a real nice lady, she’ll let you have two samples. But that’s pretty rare. The free sample ladies seem to have some sort of code of ethics about free samples. You know, like, “one sample per person, please.” I think my favorite part about free samples is that I’ve convinced myself that they are also free of calories. I mean, how many calories can be in one little bite? I think just about everyone loves a free sample.

The second story is about prayer. The other day while I was talking to God about my circumstances, a devil interrupted my thoughts and said, “He treats those of the world better than He treats you.” And then I heard myself saying aloud, “God, You treat them better than you treat me.” Like a Jedi mind-trick, I repeated the words the devil fed into my mind. My weakness set off an alarm. What did I say? Do I really believe that? The wheels started turning as I began to analyze.
When a devil talks to me, firstly, he wants to get my attention. He often does that by giving me something I really want – in this case, sympathy. He comes around saying things like, “Ohhhh, you poor thing.” And of course, I reply saying, “Yes,” sniff, sniff, “I am.”
The devil wants me to listen to his words so he starts out with a little bit of truth or something that sounds like truth to get my attention. Remember Eve’s conversation with Satan in the garden? She wasn’t sure what God had really said. So, instead of continuing my conversation with the devil, I ran to God so He could help me sort it out.
“God, I can’t deny the fact that some people in the world have better things in life. So, is this true that You treat them better than you treat me?”
God is so cool. At this point, He could have just smacked me upside the head and said, stop talking such dribble. But He is a patient and kind teacher.
Yes, it’s true some people have nice things. But some have it worse, much worse. But of course, the devil isn’t reminding me about that.
I am continually blessed. God is my protection, my Salvation, my Redeemer, my life, my all. He has given to me many treasures: His Spirit, His love, Knowledge of Him, truth, perfection, health, security, confidence, peace. 1 Cor 2:9 says “…Eye hath not seen, nor ear heard, neither have entered into the heart of man, the things which God hath prepared for them that love him.”
The key word in the devil’s lie, was the word “better.” Matthew 5:45 say, “…for he maketh his sun to rise on the evil and on the good, and sendeth rain on the just and on the unjust.” But does He treat them better? No. He treats me better.

This life of theirs is just their free sample. A gift. A taste. A sample. But it’s all they get. When their sample is all gone, we'll still be dwelling with HIM. God not only gives us a taste, but He actually gives us all things that are His, as we are joint heirs with Jesus Christ.
David almost slipped when he saw the prosperity of the wicked – their teeny-weeny little samples – until he went to the house of God, then he understood their end. That this life is only just a temporal sample for them, but for us, its eternal!
Ps. 34:8 “O taste and see that the LORD is good…”

Instant Pudding

Have you ever made instant pudding? Well if you haven’t, let me tell you how it’s done. You pour the dry pudding mix into a bowl and add 2 cups of cold milk. Next you stir for 2 minutes. Viola! PUDDING! See, you have to stir it up, or you will not get pudding. And when you do stir it up, the dry pudding mix now becomes something all together different. Sweet, smooth, creamy pudding.

That’s what I look for in Christians. Pudding? No, silly, not pudding. Lots of people in the world hear the word of God and go, "Oh yes, I understand." But it doesn’t CHANGE them. The word of God has power that literally CHANGES who you are, making you to become ‘like him." When the word of God is preached, those words are making you to become like Him. Kinda like pudding. It starts in one form, and them changes into something different. The word of God is the pudding mix, and the milk is your faith. But unless you stir it up, it will never become pudding.

Heb 4:2 "For unto us was the gospel preached, as well as unto them: but the word preached did not profit them, not being mixed with faith in them that heard it."

Get Out of My Way

GET OUT OF MY WAY

Stop at the bank, get gas, drive through McDonald’s, jump on the expressway, go home. The drive home on a Friday night is always exasperating, especially when you live in a big city. People are in such a hurry. They think they are the most important people in the whole world and everyone else should get out of their way. “...if a man think himself to be something, when he is nothing, he deceiveth himself.” Galatians 5:3

Can’t wait! Coming through! Me first! They don’t realize it, but they all end up at the same place in the same line. They believe they’re living righteously and on the road to heaven. “Because sentence against an evil work is not executed speedily, therefore, the heart of the sons of men is fully set in them to do evil.” Ecclesiates 8:11

They shove and push to get ahead in line, only to find that when the door is finally opened, it is the door to hell! The bible says in Ephesians 4:3, “Be ye kind one to another, tenderhearted, forgiving. . .” In Galatians 5:20, “As we have, therefore, opportunity, let us do good unto all men . . . .” And in Romans 12:10, “...in honor, preferring one another.”

So let them pass, take skips, shove by. After all, we’re not really headed in the same direction as they are.

Father of Lights

James 1:17 “Every good gift and every perfect gift is from above, and cometh down from the Father of lights, with whom is no variableness, neither shadow of turning.” Father of lights? What a curious phase. I just had to ask, “Father, What does that mean?”
I didn’t get an answer during my prayer time. But later that night, my answer came in a dream. It was very short and only lasted about a minute. In the dream, all I could see was my index finger on my right hand. It had a long, deep cut across the finger tip. Out of the cut poured rays of light. You know, like after a summer storm has passed and out of the darkness, there is a break in the clouds, and streams of lightbeams come cascading down. John 12:36 “While ye have light, believe in the light, that ye may be the children of light.” Beams of exceedingly bright light poured out of me. That’s all there was. But I understood. God is Light and He is in Us. He’s the Father of Lights. We’re His little lights…His children. Philippians 2:15 “That ye may be blameless and harmless, the sons of God, without rebuke, in the midst of a crooked and perverse nation, among whom ye shine as lights in the world;”

Baaaa!

There’s a wolf among us, was the warning that came from the God. That was pretty scary to hear and I was concerned. And if you know me at all, you know I immediately went to God and said, “Father, who is it?!?”

He didn’t tell me…I don’t even think I expected He would. As the days went on, I continued to talk to Him about it. Not like “Oh God, I just HAVE to know who it is!” But more like, “there is an enemy amongst us. That’s bothersome to me. I don’t wanna ‘buddy up’ to someone who wants to destroy me and have me for dinner…and I don’t mean as a dinner guest!”

So back to God I went. “God, I’m really uncomfortable with this knowledge. It makes me afraid.” But God wasn’t saying anything. After a few attempts to get through to God, I finally just opened my mouth, and with a very good imitation of a sheep, I said, “Baaaa.” I sounded just like a lamb. Then I did it again: “Baaaa” I guess it was just my way of expressing to God, “God, I am your helpless little lamb and I know there is a dangerous wolf and I’m scared!”

It may sound silly to you, saying “baaa,” but my God heard me. And He told me something that I want to share with you. He said this: “stick close to the shepherd.” What do sheep actually do if there is a wolf near by? I dunno. I’m not a shepherd. But it sure seemed right to me that I would want to stick close to the one who is my protection. Isn’t God cool? He not only warns us…but, in addition, He does not leave us comfortless. With the knowledge that an enemy was close by, also came the knowledge that He is my protection and if I “stick close to the shepherd” everything will be alright.

Chinese Bamboo

(This is something I printed in the church newsletter -- but it still worth reading again.)

Bamboo has been known to grow at an amazing rate of two inches an hour. In the bamboo family, there is a species known as Chinese Bamboo. When the Chinese Bamboo is planted, the seed is buried for five years, seemingly without activity. During that time it must be watered and fed or it will die. If properly cared for, the Chinese Bamboo begins to grow suddenly during the fifth year. It shoots up 90 feet in 60 days.

Would you say that the bamboo grew in the final six weeks or over the entire five years? It took five years of feeding and nurturing to bring it to the level where it could reach such miraculous growth. The growth is impressive. But the seemingly dormant period beforehand was absolutely vital.

In a spiritual sense, some of us may be like the Chinese Bamboo. You may appear not to be growing spiritually, but a few years from now you may sprout into a ministry of dynamic proportions.

Sticky Situation

I should have never left the house that morning. Nevertheless, I ventured out to take Allison, my 3 year old granddaughter, to McDonald’s. When we arrived, she headed straight to Playland as I grabbed us a booth. I took a few minutes enjoy watching Allison play, before heading out to the service counter to grab a cup of coffee. I hadn’t gone far before noticing Allison was right on my heels. Did I actually think for a minute she would let me go for food without her? That kid never stops eating! She must have a metabolism like a nuclear reactor.

Anyway, kid in hand, I went for my coffee…and eggs....and sausage....and pancakes. Once back in the play area, I prepared the food for my impatient granddaughter. Hurrying along, I did a big "no-no". I couldn’t get a good grip on the cover of the syrup and so I squeezed. Bad move. It squirted syrup all over everything. Everything but the pancakes, that is. My shirt was covered with it. And do you suppose my sweet, loving, 3 year old granddaughter would say, "aw, poor Gramma. Forget my breakfast, let’s go home so you can get those icky sticky clothes off?" Only in my dreams. All she kept saying is, "I want pancakes. Grandma, I want my pancakes. Grandma? Grandma! I want my pancakes." She wasn’t about to let me out of that place without a) giving her food to eat, and b) letting her play for awhile. With few alternatives, I ran back to the counter for a handful of napkins, and stuck one napkin over each spot on my shirt where syrup had landed, hoping to avoid spreading the sticky mess. Back at the booth, I began to serve up the pancakes to my "starving" grandchild. The problem was, our trainee counter person had forgotten to give us dinnerware. Back up to a very busy service counter, this time, covered with bright white napkins syrup-glued to my red shirt. I was about to loose it. Amazingly, I survived and it wasn’t long before I was back home and in clean clothes. What a mess that ordeal had been.

Later that night, I told a friend about my day. We had a good laugh. (Note to reader: I was not laughing when it happened.) As our conversation continued, she told me about something that happened to her.

She was going shopping with her friend from church. As they were about to leave, her friend’s 16 year old son refused to get into the back of the car, allowing the adults to ride up front. My friend said she good-naturedly tried to convince him, but he wouldn’t budge, and worst of all, the mother did not intervene.

Being offended by his disrespect, it clung to her spirit like white napkins syrup-glued to a bright red shirt! She prayed on it; she thought on it; and she finally took it to her authority—her husband

He, too, seemed concerned with the disrespect and, in turn, spoke to the boy’s father. It wasn’t long before it went full circle back to the boy’s mom, who now seemed to be avoiding my friend, which hurt her feelings.

"What should I do?" she asked.

"The whole thing seems like a sticky situation to me." I answered. "Couldn’t you have gotten in the back seat and humbled yourself and let God be in control instead of trying to make sure the right thing was done?"

"Well, yes," she acknowledged, "but do you think I did wrong?"

"I can’t say, but by not just accepting the circumstances, and letting God be in control, it turned out to be a big mess. And when the mom didn’t intervene," I continued, "the battleground had already been drawn. It was unlikely that there would be a winner in a situation like this. Perhaps to humble oneself by getting in the back seat would have been the best thing to do."

These are the hard lessons to learn to those who are to be Christ-like. God’s word tells us, "Love never insists on its own way." Learning to be humble is not always taking the easiest path. When we esteem one another more highly, it seems God always intervenes in one way or another to deal with the situation in ways we do not understand. But just trust Him, knowing that you are His child and His works are great.

Why is it I relate to Losers?

I am in awe that God would call me “righteous” and would choose me to be His child. After all the horrible things I’ve done. He picked me…amazing! I was born of His Spirit many years ago, and thinking back to that time, I remember what God brought me out of. One day I was reading about Esau giving up his birthright I said to myself, "Yea, I can relate, Esau. Why is it I can relate to all the losers in the bible?” Later on I found out what God thought about the matter, when He said in Romans 9:13: "...Jacob have I loved, but Esau have I hated."

Then I learned about the Israelites. When they were in the wilderness for forty years and they insisted that God give them meat to eat. Again I said, "Boy can I relate." I would not be very happy if I had to eat the same thing day after day for forty years. God was not pleased with their unthankfulness nor the fact that they were whining and saying "we were better off in Egypt." That made Him angry. Do you know what He said to them? I love this, because it sounds like something a parent would say. He said: Quit your wining! Fine! You can have meat. As a matter of fact, you will eat meat until it comes out of your noses!" Now THAT I could really relate to.

Numbers 11:18 "...Therefore the Lord will give you meat, and you shall eat. You shall not eat one day, or two days, or five days, or ten days, or twenty days, but a whole month, until it comes out at your nostrils and becomes loathsome to you, because you have rejected the Lord who is among you, and have wept before him, saying, 'Why did we come forth out of Egypt?"

That was the beginning of God’s teaching me about thankfulness. It’s been about 20 years and I’m still learning. But here are a few tidbits I’ve learned:

 The Israelites should have never brought up Egypt. Think before you complain!

 Be careful what you ask for...He just may give it to you!

 Be thankful for God’s blessings. Complaining will get you nothing; being thankful opens the door for more blessings.

 Don't whine! Whining may work if you are two years old but it doesn't work with God. (Trust me on this one…I’ve tried it and it really doesn’t work.)

I not only whined constantly, I complained, I got angry, and I blamed God for all my problems. “After all,” I reasoned, “He has the power and yet He chooses not to help me.” But those were immature thoughts of a baby Christian. And when I remember back to those times, I truly can praise God for His mercy. For truly I should have been destroyed when I dared to blame Him for my sin. How foolish. How ignorant. But you see, My Father is so loving towards me because I am His child. He is for me. He wants me to learn. He is making me to be like Him. So He is patient…long suffering towards me. And oh! What mercy this God has!

A Hair Out of Place

When I was younger, I had very long hair, which I often wore twisted up and attached to the back of my head. One day, throughout the whole day I could feel an uncomfortable pinch on my head. Finally, after much aggravation, I investigated, and found one strand of hair that was not with the rest.

Earlier that morning, while brushing my hair, I thought I had precisely arranged each and every hair, but with thousands of strands of hair, one little rebel had gone its own way, affecting my whole body. How could a little strand of hair be such an irritation? It had gotten separated from the rest and was pulling against my head, causing a "little sting" every time I would move. One little, out-of-place hair going it's own way, was pulling in a different direction from the rest. The only solution was to let down my hair, gather up the lost strand, and twist it back into place with the others, forming one strong band which I reattached to my head. The whole incident reminded me of the Body of Christ. If one of us goes our own way -- One little hair out of place, one little soul out of step -- pulling away from the rest, it can effect the entire body. "For we are members of his body, of his flesh, and of his bones."

Have you been out of sync with the group? Distracted by the world and all of its business and pleasures? Maybe it's time to allow yourself to be gathered up again, back into the family of God, twisted together, strengthened in numbers, and firmly re-attached to the Head, Jesus Christ. "…the Head, from which all the body by joints and bands having nourishment ministered, and knit together, increaseth with the increase of God."

Blue Light Special

Ephesians 1:13-14 says: "…You were sealed with that Holy Spirit of promise, which is the earnest of our inheritance until the redemption of the purchased possession…"
Looking up "earnest" I found that it means: a pledge, that is, part of the purchase money or property given in advance as security for the rest. In other words: a down payment.
Down payment? Purchased possession? I started talking to God. "God, it sounds like You’re putting us on layaway." For a moment, I was beginning to feel like a "Blue Light Special" at the local K-Mart.
I may be joking a bit, but it’s true, in a way. We are on lay-a-way. The price was paid at Calvary and He’s coming back to pick up his "purchased possession" which is us.
Acts 20:28 "Take heed therefore unto yourselves, and to all the flock, over the which the Holy Ghost hath made you overseers, to feed the church of God, which he hath purchased with his own blood."

Do Me a Favor

While trying to relocate in a different city, my niece, Debbie, was kind enough to invite me to stay with her until I could find housing. One day I was on the phone talking with my friend, Joyce, and another call came in on "call waiting," so I put Joyce on hold while I answered the other call.
It was Debbie. "Hey, would you do me a favor?"
Without hesitation I answered, "Sure."
"You're saying 'yes' without even knowing what the favor is?" she asked.
"Sure. I know you wouldn't ask me to do anything I am not capable to do." It was obvious that I trusted my niece.
"Oh, O.K. Would you mind mailing the electric bill for me. It's on the kitchen table."
"Sure. No problem. See you later."
When I switched back over to my friend Joyce, I explained what the call was about. As I related the story, I thought of another reason why I had said "yes" before even knowing what Debbie wanted. It was because, having lived in her home rent-free for two months, I felt I owed her too much to say "no."
Joyce replied, "That's the way it should be when God asks us to do something. He'll never ask us to do anything we are not capable of. Besides, We owe Him too much to say no."

Clouds

I love clouds. My favorite ones are the big, cotton-candy cumulus clouds. (Say THAT 3 times really fast!) But the thing about clouds is, your perspective is key. Up close, it’s merely fog, however, from far away, their majestic beauty is revealed.
Problems in life can be like clouds. When you are in the midst of a problem, it’s nothing but a dense fog that obscures your path. But God is faithful. Even when you can’t see where you are going, He is directing your paths. And after God has delivered you out of the foggy problem, you are able to look back upon the trial and see the majesty and beauty of God’s work. His works are great!!