I sat out on the porch and looked up into the sky..
The clouds looked like small cotton balls
that just grew bigger and looked so incredible.
It became humid like it is now.. when a storm began to brew.
Come evening, lightening appeared with thunder and rain~
Paradoxical though it be, only that man is at rest who attains it through conflict. This peace, born of conflict, is not like the deadly hush preceding the tempest, but the serene and pure-aired quiet that follows it.
Taken from C. Cowman devotionals- (Stream's in the Desert)
"Joy and sorrow are inseparable. . together they come and when one sits alone with you.. remember that the other is asleep upon your bed.”