Some days, like today, I just like to pull the tailgate down and lay on my back in the bed of the truck. I like to watch the clouds drift by me. I sometimes wander where they started forming and how long they’ve drifted. Are they growing or shrinking? Are they rising or falling? It is hard to predict just how high they really are from down here. All I can really be certain of is that they’re blowing off to the East. I can’t see their endpoint – where they will dissipate.
Life is that way at times, isn’t it? There is so much unknown and change. We’re moving right along, but there are things constantly affecting us. There are people or situations that suck the life out of us. There are treasured relationships or a rare compliment or act of kindness that builds us up. We fall and rise through the ups and downs. Pressure shapes us. We’re chugging right along, propelled by the forces and circumstances around us.
Like the clouds, our endpoint is unknown. Also like the clouds, we have a purpose, or a mission. Others are affected by us, even rely on us. We guard others from harm, give life just as rain, and help provide warmth in dark times when light has disappeared.
The sky has always grounded me. It has made me feel small, especially at night. It has humbled me at times. But today, as I looked up, losing thought of everything around me, I felt a sense of hope. It’s ok to not know exactly where I am going. I have purpose and that influences others around me. I am still needed. Unlike clouds, we have a voice and some control over decisions that can alter our course. So we journey on with the mission. They are just as different as the appearances of each cloud. Journey on, with no fear of the endpoint.
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