As the plane descended, I looked out the window to see a beautiful blue sky above and a thick layer of puffy white clouds, below. Above us, the sun was shining, and the sky could have been described as a beautiful day. The clouds below didn’t look particularly ominous as their fluffy surface bounced up and down as far as the eye could see. Up here, things were calm. Up here, life was perfect.
Our descension continued bringing the serenity to an end as we bounced around while passing through the ever so innocent looking layers of clouds. Once on the other side, things looked different. A storm was afoot and by the looks of it, this storm was anything but weak. Lightening flashed, thunder rolled, and the rain pounded the window thus blurring my view. Down here, things were violent. Down here, life was rough.
At any given time, my life can be easily be viewed based solely on the circumstances surrounding me. Life throws constant changes or lifelong curveballs, and rarely could I say that life is perfect based on what is happening in the here and now. The good news is that life CAN always be viewed as perfect based on the view of my life from above the clouds. From God’s perspective, my life is lived in his presence and guidance, and thus is a perfect existence. Sure, bad things will come, but God is always there to pierce his beaming rays of joy and hope through the clouds that have formed in my life.
Down here it is hard to see through the clouds to the glorious sun and sky that always remain whether our eyes can see them or not. The clouds block our view of God, but not God’s view of us. Weathering a storm can take its toll, but when the storm passes, and the clouds clear, we are reminded that the sun was shining all along even when sunshine was the furthest thought from our mind.
I thank God for his ever present help throughout the storms of life.