Sitting in my room, some worship music playing quietly, eating my breakfast and staring out of the window, looking at the clouds and I notice something for the first time. It's at the moment when the smallest piece of clear blue sky appears in the foggy white-grey mass of cloud and grows and grows until the sky is blue,as if God Himself has breathed and His breath has parted the clouds.
I think He does the same thing in our every trial, obstacle and challenge. His breath, the same one He breathed into us to give us life, He breathes into our challenges, so that despite the storm around, the rain clouds as grey and dark as can be, we can see with clarity, the hope in Him that is eternally ours.
Behind every 'cloud' there is a 'blue sky', and His name is Jesus.