The fiercest storms often produce the most beautiful rainbows. I wonder if it can be said of the earth, that storms wash it clean so that the shine is true, of which, being clay, we are a part.
Hmmm-m, so that means that storms in my life...
Just a peaceful pondering for you this Sunday morning. Be blessed.
Doing What I Can, While I Can Because I Care,Alma L. Stepping On Jones
I am going to worship service this fine Sunday morning and let the praise and songs wash over my soul like dew from heaven for a refreshing uplift. No more cloudy sky, my rainbow does appear. Praise to my FATHER for His faithfulness.