Tuesday, May 10, 2011

Clouds Parting

The sky was awaiting a tornado, a gray-blue waiting. I rode my bike no hands in the mugginess just because I could.

Before me, a window of clouds had parted, making an actual doorway through to the true-blue of the sky, with sunshine just around the corner lighting up the edges. Like heaven was waiting just behind that red-tinged doorway of clouds.

I wondered how people could be driving calmly in their cars and not stopping to stare. I biked faster, wishing I could fly or that it would descend. Everything would make sense there and I'd see the face of God.

The clouds moved closer, the gap closing. I felt a tangible sense of loss when the sunlight eased away and tiny raindrops dashed the ground around me. Quiet lightning flashed purple.

Then the sky parted again and a single beam of light angled down. This is what it's like while I'm still planted on this solid ground. I cannot see the face of God, but I can see His hand in everything. I see Him, but not yet His face. Oh, I can't wait for that day when the clouds part for good and He comes down.

R<3

11 comments:

  1. keep looking for those little glimpses...they are there always....when we are looking...

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  2. I can't wait, either. Until then, we can watch the sky together.

    How lovely that you took time to visit and comment over at crumbs so I could meet you!

    God bless you, new friend.

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  3. I love those moments!! Your enthusiasm inspires me, and I hope that you keep that sense of anticipation in everything.

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  4. Love your descriptions. You are, as always, a brilliant writer.

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  5. New header!! Love how the telephone poles form a line of crosses. Now I shall scroll back up and read.

    I cannot see the face of God, but I can see His hand in everything.

    Yes!!!! I see His hand or His fingerprints. I don't even know what they signify half the time but I'm so comforted to know He is here. Fab descriptions. Yeah, I'd wanna pull over and stare too!

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  6. A beautiful, heartfelt post. I do believe that beauty and grace are everywhere if we keep our eyes open.

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  7. Seeing God in everything... "Like heaven was waiting just behind that red-tinged doorway of clouds." So glad you took the time to look up and see... and wonder over it all... while so many are busy moving on. A lovely description!

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  8. Anticipation is beauty everywhere. Keep looking for the beam and enjoy the present warmth in it.

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  9. This is a beautiful description of a moment.. love it. I especially loved the last paragraph... seeing God's hand even if not His face. Lovely, Ruthiey!

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  10. Enjoyed reading your writing today, such depth and worship. Have a blessed week.

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  11. this brought tears, ruthiey. an exquisitely beautiful post. absolutely beautiful.

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