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Parted Clouds and Bubbles

 

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Parted Clouds and Bubbles


The other day I got a text from a dear friend. She shared a beautiful little story. She had been struggling and had taken a long walk under a cloudy sky. She was talking to God. As she thought on her challenges, she remarked aloud..."I am so alone". At that very moment, the clouds parted and the warm sunshine poured down upon her. God was reassuring her of His constant presence, that He was there walking with her through the cloudy days.

Later that day, I was reminded again of God's love for His children.

I had been staying with our grandsons for several days while their parents were on a trip. The boys wanted to "do bubbles". We headed to the garage and found the big bottle of bubbles. But alas, no wand. I told them I was going to quick go into the house and see if I could find something that worked.

I opened a kitchen cupboard. The first thing I noticed was a grater. This just might work I thought, as I quickly grabbed it and closed the drawer.

In a flash, I was back outside. I poured the soapy solution over the grater, waved it into the air and wha la...bubbles! Lots of them! Small...but abundant. The boys laughed and took off chasing them, excitedly popping as many as their flailing hands could reach!

"That works pretty good!" I exclaimed with a smile.

"Yes, I prayed you would find something" said the oldest, Miles.

I was touched as I thought about how quickly I found just the right thing.

Thank you God for answered prayers. Big and little. From your big children, and your little.

Thank you for caring....

about parted clouds, and bubbles.


                                                



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