A Change on the Horizon

Our first Spring thunder storm has just ended, leaving the earth plentifully soaked and dripping. 

As I sat on our leather sofa, praying as I looked out the window, Misha strolled into the living room and sat down. 

"Clear skies on it's way," she said matter-of-factly. 

"Yeah," I agreed. She got up and left.

And, looking out at the pale pink sky that gave an appearance at the tail end of the stormy clouds, I thought, "Yes...the clear skies are on their way." And it gave me much comfort. Because if these past few months have been anything--they've been stormy and clouded. 

Just a few moments before Misha had said that, I had read in Isaiah:

"O afflicted one, storm-tossed and not comforted, 

Behold, I will set your stones in antimony, and lay your foundations with sapphires. 

I will make your pinnacles of agate, your gates of carbuncles, and all your wall of precious stones. 

All your children shall be taught by the LORD, and great shall be the peace of your children. 

In righteousness you shall be established; you shall be far from oppression, for you shall not fear; and from terror, for it shall not come near you." 

Is not our God, the God of promises, the God of hope, a great God? Perhaps it's the Spring air, or the slight sunburn on my face from being outside all day yesterday, but I can sense the hope within and around us as clearly as I can see that the thunder storm is over, and a bright sunny patch of sky is coming our way.