WHEN STORM CLOUDS GATHER

Our church family at McConnell Memorial Baptist Church in Hiawassee, Georgia just lost a very special lady. Her name was Laura Ide and she is gone much too soon. Her sweet spirit, love and encouragement that she shared with everyone will be TRULY missed....and the only good thing we can say about her passing is that she is now at home with her Heavenly Father....which got me to thinking after my Quiet time this morning.

There our three kinds of people in this world...the Optimist; the Pessimist; and the Realist. I like to think that most of God's people fall in that third category. Why? Because we know that LIFE IS HARD AND THAT BAD THINGS HAPPEN TO GOOD PEOPLE; BUT MORE THAN THAT...BAD THINGS HAPPEN TO GOD'S PEOPLE. And in this fallen and sin-sick world, it will be that way until Christ returns; however, Christ told us He would NEVER LEAVE US....and more than that, HE HAS OVERCOME THE WORLD. I pray that today's poem that follows allows you to reflect on that simple thought....WE WHO BELIEVE ARE IN THE FATHER'S HANDS....and one day, like our Godly sister, Laura, we will be home with our Father. AMEN!

Living for today....longing for THAT DAY,

WPQ

WHEN STORM CLOUDS GATHER....

When the sun begins to disappear,

As clouds come into view....

You have a few choices

Of what you can prepare to do.

You can grab your umbrella

And prepare for the storm to come;

Or you can march into the darkness

To the beat of your pounding drum.

You can wait for the flash of lightning

Or the thunder overhead....

You can lie still and motionless,

Pretending your are dead.

You can gather those around you

Who with you will face the storm;

Knowing that sometimes in life,

You must abandon the so-called "norm."

You can ever be the optimist

That this storm will soon pass by....

Or as a gloomy pessimist,

You can hang your head and cry.

But if you put your faith and trust

In the Father who reigns on high,

You will not always see things as rosy

Or be the first not willing to try.

For we know that in this world of woe,

Sometimes dark clouds fill the sky;

But we know that as a child of God,

THE FATHER WOULD NEVER LIE!!!

For He has made each of us a promise

To never forsake us nor walk away;

For He and Heaven's throng are waiting

For the coming of THAT DAY.....

The day when the angel shouts

And we hear the trumpet sound....

And EVERYONE WHO BELONGS TO HIM

In Heaven, we're gathered round.

To sing our praises with the angels

On that far and distant shore.....

At last we're home with Jesus

And the storms shall be no more!!!!

WPQ © March 2022