As a child, I heard adults talk about heaven and point to the sky. Naturally, I expected to see God there on my first airplane ride at 13 years old. With my nose pressed against the small oval pane, I couldn’t wait to see Him perched on a cloud. I still remember the acute sense of disappointment when I saw only fluffy masses the entire flight.
Was God real? Had I been told the truth? My mind reasoned God could be anywhere and didn’t camp out in one spot for photo ops. But my young heart hurt with doubt. What could I believe?
Nature answers me. Just as elementary science lessons explain how the water cycle transforms condensation to the same droplets of rain over and over again throughout centuries, I realize there are forces at work I can’t control. Weather patterns foreshadow events, such as thunder clouds before a storm, and I accept God’s majesty. Who but Him could recycle water on command?
I trust He is here and loves me. “For we live by faith, not by sight” (2 Corinthians 5:7 NIV).
“Lord my God, you are very great; you are clothed with splendor and majesty…He makes the clouds his chariot and rides on the wings of the wind” (Psalm 104:1-3 NIV).
** If you have little ones interested in a 2-minute video about the water cycle, this educational one is fun. Add in a family discussion how God’s in control.