What a difference a few hours can make. One minute here in the "Bermuda Triangle of Arkansas", *have I mentioned the bizarre weather patterns in this little valley?* a gnarly looking storm brews up out of nowhere, drops a gusher for about 10 minutes, clears off, and later produces a canvas of vivid colors in the sky! I love this place!
A Storm is Brewing
There's an old Gaither song, "Joy Comes in the Morning", which came to mind as I reflected on the strange weather and drastic changes in the sky throughout the day. My mom and dad used to love this song. I still love it because it has such a simple but significant promise - "hold on my child, joy comes in the morning." Even though this storm cleared and the joy came in the evening, the truth was still the same - joy did come.
Just as this atmospheric storm came in unexpectedly, the "storms of life" can hit without warning too. And, just as the sky cleared and later produced such a splendid sunset, life's storms clear and sometimes even without our knowledge, something beautiful comes from it.
If you're being tossed about in a storm right now..."hold on my child, joy comes in the morning."
"...and ye shall be sorrowful, but your sorrow shall be turned into joy." John 16:20