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Clouds and skies...

I am thankful for clouds and skies... 
I am thankful for many things, but, this is a constant gratitude I lift up to God. For when I'm overwhelmed by life's circumstances and this lonely journey - I look up and am reminded, with stunning vistas, glorious sunrises/sunsets, towering stacks of billowing clouds hundreds - thousands of feet high, that my Father is the creator of these wondrous things and He is in control!
 My "mountains" quickly get put into perspective as I glimpse what looks like the lights of heaven, streaming around clouds, pure golden rays outlining puffy cotton, rosy hues coloring the dawn or dusk and I can only smile and whisper, "...thank You...."
Even stormy days are a reminder of Gods power and ultimate control - I love a good storm!!
The psalmist's verse runs through my mind, "... I lift up my eyes to the hills, where does my help come from? My help comes from The Lord - maker of heaven and earth..."
For me, living in the flatness of north Texas, those "hills" are my skies! 
Thank You Father for walking me through this wilderness and being ever present for me - loving me through my hard days and my good days (:

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  1. FlowerLady LorraineJune 19, 2013 at 4:16 AM

    Lovely, uplifting post. I am happy to see you being strengthened and loved by God continually.

    Love and hugs to you ~ FlowerLady

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