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Finding God in the Clouds

It was a cool August night during the summer before my junior year in high school. I was leaving work on what seemed like the worst day of my life. I was having a mental breakdown, nothing was going right and every negative thing in my life seemed to hit me at once.

The clock on my truck read 2:13 a.m. as I pulled into the high school parking lot, which I do so often to take time to think. I lay in the back of the truck and looked at the beautiful stars and clouds. What seemed like forever, I was just talking and praying. I was praying for my life to get better and asking God why I was doing this with my life. I am a Christian, I should have a great life, but it seemed to me that He was not listening. I screamed, “God, where are you?”

My eyes began to focus on different cloud formations. First I saw what looked like musical notes and then I saw what looked like two people hugging. So the last formation I saw I will never forget, my eyes fixed on a formation of Jesus praying. At that moment, my ears were focused on the song that had been playing on the tape player. The song called “Sometimes it comes in the clouds” by Steven Curtis Chapman. The lyrics I heard at that time were;

“Sometimes He comes in the clouds, sometimes His face cannot be found, sometimes the sky is dark and grey, but some things can only be known, and sometimes our faith can only grow, where we cannot see, then, sometimes He comes in the clouds.”

“Sometimes He comes in the rain and we question the pain. And we wonder why God may seem so far away, but time will show us that He was there with us…”

That was the greatest moment of my life, and I will never forget it. I have so much love for life and find so much joy in helping others enjoy life. Those clouds that night were the spirit of God teaching me to walk by faith, they reminded me that God is there. It is the greatest feeling in the world to know that God is with you always, even if it seems that he is far away. Since then, I have not seen a cloud again, without thinking of Him or that cool August night.

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