Over this past weekend Jack (age 6) and I sat on their lawn looking at the clouds....ah, seeing the world thru the eyes of a child....there is nothing like it.
Jack was mesmerized by the movement in the sky. Imagine being with your grandchild when they are discovering something so pure, so revealing.
As I drove home, I could not help but think of the importance of rediscovering the message in the clouds....that behind every black cloud, something so totally breathtaking is present. When I look at the beautiful blue slivers of sky I am reminded that there is always hope.