It has been cloudy all winter and I miss seeing the stars in the sky. It has always been to me one of the many signs of God's great love and power. To paint the sky in a way that is still makes me speachless.
I look out my window and see the cloudy sky and think the stars are there just as God is there. Although my eyes can't see them they are there. Just the same when I can't see God always when the world clouds my sky he is there.
Through hardship, my faith is tested but my God is always there. Even when I can't See him.
-Yours Always the Beast
