I Like Clouds

I like clouds. As a young boy, living on the far west coast of Canada, I remember coming out of our house on the hill and seeing a beautiful dense fog covering the water below. Above, a radiant blue sky. Below, a calm blanket covering the troubled sea. Fog, to me, speaks of peace, tranquility, God's presence. It quiets the heart and obscures every distraction. Years later, as I fly over the clouds in an airplane, I imagine jumping out and bouncing from cloud to cloud, sliding down one cloud and up the next in blissful delight.

There are some people, however, who are depressed at the appearance of clouds and saddened by a day filled with fog. To those I offer this reflection on how God inhabits the clouds. Enjoy...