There is something about storm clouds that fascinate; you can’t look away. The heaviness of the air, the portension, the myriad of colors not seen in ordinary clouds. Fierce loveliness and beauty, expectation, sometimes fear but accompanied by a quickening of the senses.
Storm clouds on your horizon? Yes, there are some on mine. But they could be good, washing away the stale and the old, bringing fresh air, healing, newness. Fierce loveliness.
“Joy and sorrow are this ocean and in their every ebb and flow
Now the Lord a door has opened
That all Hell could never close
Here I’m tested and made worthy
Tossed about but lifted up
In the reckless raging fury
That they call the love of God” ~The Love of God, Rich Mullins