As i sit listening to the trees as they creak and crack back and forth through the wind, i remember days like these when nothing was impossible. I remember a time when i was little where on sunny days we would lay out a blanket and look up at the clouds. "What do you think that shape is kels?" my sister would say with her finger pointing straight to the sky as if the cloud would not move from our site, like it was caught and couldn't go without our permission. "I don't know Jess , maybe a turtle?" i said as i continued to stare trying to see what she saw. "no'' she said " that is no ordinary cloud. That is the stuffing from Heavenly fathers pillow." I continued to stare at the cloud as it changed and moved with thee earth, and started to see the little cotton like edges. I couldn't believe my eyes! how had she seen such a beautiful thing from these clouds? to us small children this was a breakthrough.
I continue to listen to the trees and look up to a new sky i see the stuffing of heavenly fathers pillow and remember that he made it for me. this beautiful sky that changed almost instantly infront of me was made by a loving heavenly father, who when we look to the sky tugs at our heart strings to let us know he loves us. He knew what we would enjoy ( i like to believe anyways) and all he wants is for us to be happy and to know of his love. What better way than to show us these beautiful sceneries every day. All we have to do is look around us.
tippey barks to draw me out of my tranz and i return from the skys to the world below, curious as to what other little kids or adults were looking at the clouds thinking of all sorts of great things to describe the clouds.
