Clouds...

Fog swirls, thick and grey. Damply, it draws it's cold fingers tighter around me. I strain my eyes, my body leans forwards, attempting to see the road of life before me. So many choices, so many life altering decisions, so many optional paths ahead. 

But I can see nothing but the tiny circle of road at my feet. Just enough brown earth visible for one step forward. 

I stand there fearing, impatient, and angry. Waiting for the fog to lift. Waiting for a glimpse of the road. Waiting to move forwards. 

My heart rebels, I cannot wait for the curtain's lifting. Like a little child, I fret and fume at the grey mass. 

I want to run forwards, I want to adventure and conquer for myself, I want my own way. 

But the fog lays hard and heavy. 

"Say not Child of God, that the sun is quenched beacause a cloud has hidden it. Ah no!
He is behind there brewing summer for thee:
For when he comes out again, he will have made the cloud full to drop April showers, all of them mother's of the sweet flowers. "  ~Charles Spurgeon

Never despair because of the cloud. Wait. Just wait. The cloud will lift, the rain will fall, and the path ahead will become illumined.

"Above all, when God hides His face, say not that He has forgotten you. He is only waiting a little while to make you love Him better; and when He comes you shall have joy in the Lord, and shall rejoice in joy."

 Waiting for the clouds to lift.
~Amanda

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