What do you do when inspiration seems to have flown the coop when there is no hint of creativity flitting around in your brain, and you can’t think of any cute, funny stories, nor interesting experiences or life-changing events? What do you write about?
This is the predicament in which I find myself.
I am afraid, during this summer, I have thought more of myself and my physical needs than I have thought of blogging. Since my surgery did not relieve the greater part of my pain, I spent my time in and out of doctor’s offices trying to determine the next step—hip surgery.
It’s been a hard summer fraught with anxiety. Dark clouds, clouds of pain and disappointment, inactivity, boredom, and uncertainty, have hung low obscuring the brightness of life, and yet, this morning I find myself singing my theme song:
“The sun will come out tomorrow.
Bet your bottom dollar that tomorrow
There’ll be sun.
Tomorrow, tomorrow, I love you tomorrow.
You’re only a day away.”
Have you ever flown above the clouds? I have! Flying at thirty-five thousand feet the sunshine may be brilliant, while below the plane, a dark, unbroken blanket of clouds stretches as far as the eye can see, and you know that, in that particular local, people are suffering a dark and dreary day.
In a sense, I have been living under a cloud blanket, but wouldn’t you know, just often enough, the clouds have rolled back, and the bright and cheerful sun has shined upon me.
Friends have been wonderful. On a particularly dark day, when I was trying to figure out how I would take my handicapped sister to her doctor’s appointment, the sun peeked through, and I found myself flying above the clouds. It was one of those extremely hot Arizona days. (Anyone can tell you that I am at my worst when I am too hot.) How in the world could I manage my walker and hold my sister’s hand at the same time? Then a friend stepped in and said, “I’ll help, and he did. He not only took us to the appointment, but he stayed through the whole ordeal.
In the waiting room, there was such a hubbub—signing in and getting my sister settled. There was no way to remain inconspicuous. Of course, she needed to go to the bathroom, and I couldn’t take her. I must admit my patience was wearing thin. Then another ray of sunshine—an employee volunteered to help.
A beautiful little Korean gal came to sit by me. I am sure she could see my frustration and discomfort. Taking my hand she asked, “May I pray with you?” “Of course,” I agreed. She prayed so beautifully asking God for His comfort, His enablement, and His healing grace. You must know that at that moment the sun was shining brightly.
My eighty-nine-year-old brother (you would never guess his age) is my brightest ray of sunshine. He has come to stay with me for a few weeks—to keep me company and to help me out. I would like to entertain him, but he is taking care of me. The clouds don’t have a chance while he is here.
Every step of the way there has been someone or something lending wings to lift me above the clouds into the brilliant sunshine.
None of us is immune to cloudy days—to circumstances that disturb our peace, that rob us of our joy, that sometimes threaten the whole of life. How do we deal with the clouds?
I laughed with joy when I found Psalm 104:3. “…He makes the clouds His chariot and rides on the wings of the wind.”
Think of it. Our Father dwells above the clouds. In fact, He harnesses the clouds for His own use.
Deuteronomy 33:26 tells us, “There is no one like God…who rides on the heavens to help you and on the clouds in His majesty.”
He rides on the heavens to help you, and the Apostle Paul tells us in Ephesians 2:6 “He has raised us up together, and made us to sit together in heavenly places in Christ Jesus.”
With these promises in mind, I cannot allow the clouds to rob me of joy and destroy my peace. I will instead ride with Him on the wings of the wind and sit in heavenly places in Christ Jesus, for my God is there to help me. I WILL FLY ABOVE THE CLOUDS!
REMEMBER, THE SUN WILL COME OUT TOMORROW!