These clouds are just begging for someone to take a nice long nap on them.  Kick your feet up on the end, sink your head down into the downy precipitation, and rest.  The first time that I flew on an airplane as a child, I was alarmed when I saw that we were heading into one of these soft creations.  Would we make it through?  How would it feel?  Passing through on the other side, I was relieved yet somewhat disappointed that the cloud did not hold up like I always imagined it would.  Yet I still  love to think of me sitting on a cloud, watching the world and all its cares float away.  Maybe when we’re with Jesus one day, we’ll be so light and forgiven, that the weight of this world won’t pull us through.  We’ll be free to rest on those beautiful puffs of white.  Blessings on your day, Lisa