For a fleeting moment his gaze is distracted by a flock of birds crossing the cloudy sky. He smiles as he watches them, a brief respite from the grey gloominess around. Then, in a few seconds, they are gone, taking his smile with them. Once... again, his face takes on its sad look—the one he has been wearing for days. His life mirrors the view before him: A life filled with storm clouds that bring difficult times. Sometimes something good happens and makes him smile, like the birds he just saw - a brief relief from the gloominess. Then it passes and the clouds linger.
Just then the clouds begin to part and light begins to filter through. Only then does he get it! The sun was always there! Storm clouds in life come and go but the Son shine always breaks through in the end! Take heart! The Son of God will always be there, through the storm and after
Just then the clouds begin to part and light begins to filter through. Only then does he get it! The sun was always there! Storm clouds in life come and go but the Son shine always breaks through in the end! Take heart! The Son of God will always be there, through the storm and after