Monday, December 5, 2011
Cloudy, With a Chance of Wonder
"Then they will see 'the Son of Man coming in a cloud' with great glory."
After months and weeks and days of anticipation, vacation time is here! My husband, Danny, and I are thrilled beyond measure. We need this downtime, this reconnect time, this do-absolutely-nothing time to refresh our bodies and souls.
My only concern as we travel to our destination, the North Carolina Nantahala and Great Smoky Mountains, is the weather. Intentionally, we have chosen this particular cabin, Hawk's Ridge Hideaway, because of the breathtaking view.
Rain is in the forecast. How much of this spectacular view will we actually see?
When we arrive at the cabin, skies are overcast. Yet, the vista is perfect! Our eyes rest joyfully on the blues and purples of the tallest mountains in the Smokys.
But, it is on the following day when God pulls out all the stops.
He REALLY sends in the clouds!
Not just white, puffy cumulus or dark, threatening thunderheads.
But, every shape, size, height, and depth. From pure white, to soft gray, to ominous blue, to impassioned purple.
Moving in the valleys, over the ridges, and riding the tops of the highest peaks.
Fog and mist rise from the valleys in the morning. Puffs and wisps escape to roll over a hillside like lost and wandering lambs.
Larger clouds drape themselves like cascading snow drifts over the mountainsides.
Higher clouds, heavy with rain, loom in the distance.
The sun finds the cracks and crevices in the vast and ever-changing sea of clouds. The ones it touches turn blindingly white. Its brilliant beams illuminate the mountains like so many spotlights.
Every day, until our last, we are entertained, awed, and mesmerized by the ceaseless variety and movement of these clouds of glory.
We wake on our final day at the cabin to a blue dome of sky and shining sun.
But, the clouds are still there . . .
We are above them.
They are piled thick and white, as staunch and impenetrable as glaciers, in the valleys below. A very rare phenomenon. A sight we will most likely never see again.
God saves His very best for the very last . . .
Psalms 25 or 9, 15
Isaiah 5:8-12, 18-23
1 Thessalonians 5:1-11