I’ve been having trouble with my computer lately, so I’ve been using the WordPress app on my tablet. I do much better with a full-size keyboard, so until I can figure out what’s wrong with my laptop, I’ll be sharing simple posts of images with Bible passages. Thank you so much for your patience with me and this process!
For now we live, if you stand fast in the Lord.
For what thanks can we render to God for you,
for all the JOY with which
we REJOICE for your sake before our God,
night and day praying exceedingly that we may see your face
and perfect what is lacking in your faith?
-1 Thessalonians 3:8-10
If clouds are full of water, they pour rain upon the earth. —Ecclesiastes 11:3
If we believe the message of this verse, then why do we dread the clouds that darken our sky? It is true that for a while the dark clouds hide the sun, but it is not extinguished and it will soon shine again. Meanwhile those clouds are filled with rain, and the darker they are, the more likely they are to bring plentiful showers.
How can we have rain without clouds? Our troubles have always brought us blessings, and they always will, for they are the dark chariots of God’s bright and glorious grace. Before long the clouds will be emptied, and every tender plant will be happier due to the showers. Our God may drench us with grief, but He will refresh us with His mercy. Our Lord’s love letters often come to us in dark envelopes. His wagons may rumble noisily across the sky, but they are loaded with benefits. And His rod blossoms with sweet flowers and nourishing fruits. So let us not worry about the clouds. Instead, let us sing because May flowers are brought to us through April clouds and showers.
O Lord, “clouds are the dust of [your] feet”! (Nah. 1:3). Help us remember how near You are during the dark and cloudy days! Love beholds You and is glad. Faith sees the clouds emptying themselves and thereby making the hills on every side rejoice. —Charles H. Spurgeon
What seems so dark to thy dim sight
May be a shadow, seen aright
Making some brightness doubly bright.
The flash that struck thy tree–no more
To shelter thee–lets heaven’s blue floor
Shine where it never shone before.
The cry wrung from thy spirit’s pain
May echo on some far-off plain,
And guide a wanderer home again.
“The blue of heaven is larger than the clouds.”
© Copyright 1997. Streams in the Desert, by Zondervan, Grand Rapids, Michigan 49530