I remember when I was a young person attending school in
the vicinity of Mount Pleasant. One day I sat on the side of
the mountain and watched a storm as it moved through the valley.
The skies were filled with darkness, and thunder began to
shake the earth. It seemed as though the lush landscape were
completely changed, and its beauty gone forever. But the storm
passed quickly and soon moved out of the valley.
If I had sat in the same place the following day and said,
“Where is that intense storm and all its terrible darkness?” the
grass would have said, “Part of it is in me.” The beautiful daisy
would have said,“Part of it is in me.”And all the other flowers,
fruits, and everything that grows in the ground would have said,
“Part of the storm has produced the radiance in me.”
Have you ever asked the Lord to make you like Him? Have
you ever desired the fruit of the Spirit and prayed for sweetness,
gentleness, and love? If so, then never fear the fierce storms that
even now may be blowing through your life. Storms bring blessings,
and rich fruit will be harvested later. Henry Ward Beecher
The flowers live by the tears that fall
From the sad face of the skies;
And life would have no joys at all,
Were there no watery eyes.
Love the sorrow, for grief will bring
Its own reward in later years;
The rainbow! See how fair a thing
God has built up from tears.
Henry S. Sutton