Emphasis Preaching Journal

As a child I spent many hot summer days lying with my brothers on a blanket that my mother had spread under the shade of a tree. Sometimes we'd let ourselves drift off to sleep. Other times we'd read our books. But most often we'd watch the clouds. We'd take turns pointing out what we saw. Sometimes we'd imagine that we saw a dog chasing a cat. At other times we'd see a fluffy white rabbit. Whoever saw a shape in the clouds won the right to tell a story about it and often our stories would have us rolling in laughter. As I grew older, I continued to look for shapes in the clouds.