We hit some turbulance on the way home from Utah. The pilot took us above the clouds to get out of it. As we burst through the clouds I could hardly breath looking at the moon in blue sky hanging out with the Father-made heavenly cotton candy. I am led to believe our God, in showing himself through creation, delights in taking our breath away and giving it back again.
I count myself blessed to be in this generation where I can see clouds from both sides now, as Judy blue eyes Collins sang. Cloud-watching from the Earth's surface, or from an airplane above the planet, I am so amazed at His creative love.
Whom have I in heaven but you? Ps. 73:25
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beeeeyouteeefulllll!!!
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