Clouds

Clouds fascinate me. I am amazed at how those water droplets and ice crystals gather into a mass and suspend in the air at such a great height, creating formations that capture my attention and pique my imagination.

I love to lie back on the cool, green grass and look up at clouds. In my imagination, I see bunnies, cats, and dogs come to life in the cloud formations as the breeze gently transports them across the sky. On darker days, ominous looking cigar-shaped clouds remind me of the stories from the 1960’s of UFO’s hiding within them.

Thin, wispy cirrus clouds, painted against the azure sky, set my expectation for a beautiful, clear day. The scattered display of fluffy cumulus clouds, created by the rising of moisture laden warm air, brings the promise of sunshine when white, or the threat of rain when gray. Thick, dark blankets of stratus clouds are a sure sign of rain, snow, or fog; and the foreboding nimbus clouds bring the cacophony of a thunderstorm.

I’m looking forward to the day when I see Jesus, my Lord, come in clouds with great power and glory as described in Mark 13:26. Each time I see a magnificent sunset, with its rich gold and red colors, my anticipation grows. Jesus is returning and every eye on earth will see Him. For those who know Him, this is a day of great rejoicing, the fulfillment of God’s promise.

Then we who are alive and remain will be caught up together with them in the clouds to meet the Lord in the air, and so we shall always be with the Lord. – 1 Thessalonians 4:17