It is 8:45 am. I am en route from Grand Rapids mi. to Dallas Texas to attend a Writers Conference. Fortunate enough to occupy a window seat, I gaze out into the wild blue yonder in awe! It never ceases to amaze me, the beauty of God’s creation from an aerial view. A well-kept older woman seated next to me, temporarily steals my attention. While fidgeting through her purse she accidentally spilled her drink. I offer her my napkin–-she graciously accepts. Interesting isn’t it, how one can suddenly be introduced to a complete stranger’s smile, (who was otherwise preoccupied) through the spilling of one’s drink. She thanks me--we exchange smiles--I go back to my window gazing.
I have always been intrigued with how the earth below resembles a patchwork quilt from a bird’s eye view. The residential subdivisions look so neat and uniform. The farmlands have got to be my favorite by far, they add such an artistic flare to this majestic tapestry. Plowed fields mingled with green crops, surround the regal old farmhouses and barns. The green and brown earth tones enhanced every so often by a splash of blue, from the scattered lakes and backyard pools.
Soon everything below disappears beneath the misty sea of cotton ball clouds. As we soar higher we enter that unearthly realm. The quilt no longer visible, I turn my eye to the vastness of the unending blue sky. It is here in this place, free from man’s altering touch that I begin to see the correlation between earth–sky–cloudy sea– and me, from God's perspective.
When life seems almost too hard to bear, with its many deadlines and struggles, we are told to look up. Yet many times in looking up the only thing we see are clouds. Where is my answer? How will I ever survive this situation? Does anybody even care? God where are you? We have all been there. Well don't give up! Yes, there is an answer.
As I sat awaiting my flight departure, observing people coming and going, I noticed most were in a hurry and oblivious to everyone else around them. Many of their faces empty with blank stares; the odd exception being a welcomed smile. I thought about this as I enjoyed the beauty of the landscape below. Then as the plane entered the clouds, I could see nothing. No land--no sky. Just clouds, (Dismal looking gray ones at that). However when we broke through this thick mass of fluff, like a sparkling sapphire, appeared a clear sky and it was beautiful!
It was then that I was reminded of a verse from the Bible. “For our light affliction, which is but for a moment, worketh for us a far more exceeding and eternal weight of glory.” (2 Cor. 4:17 KJV.) So when the busy-ness of life wears you down and disaster lurks at your door, remember that just beyond those gloomy clouds lies a clear blue sky where the Son is brightly shining!
Lord we know that every trial and affliction come to serve a purpose. Your purpose, to perfect us. And when your sonshine is overshadowed by storm clouds, remind us that they are but for a season and just above awaits a clear blue sky of comfort! Thank you.
A smile is a Gift where words are worthless. Give one.
John Wark 2010.
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