As we came home home from from our visit, we marveled at the storm clouds. They displayed the beauty of God's touch as they changed from moment to moment. They presented a contrast of dark and light, of shapes, and of colors. One moment, we would see clouds that were dark and ominous. We commented among ourselves of the pending storm. In just a few minutes, the clouds were bright and colorful, billowy and soft. It was easy to dismiss the dark clouds we had seen just a moment before.
We discussed the colors before us. In one moment, the clouds were dark and gray, indeed they were almost black. In the next moment, they were punctuated with bright yellow rays of light. The clouds then seemed to soften and were accented with a myriad of other colors, of pinks and blues, and of the most glorious white.
Our visit with Aubrey was just the same. When we arrived, she was sweet and energetic as she greeted us and tried to catch us up on all she had seen and done since our last visit. As quickly as appearance of the clouds changed, there was a change in Aubrey's mood. She turned from bright and bubbly to dark and withdrawn. In one moment, she was independent but with the passing of just a minute or two, she was dependent on her parents. She was chatty and social, but in a flash she was tired and preferred solitude.
The contrast was quick and marked. I mentioned it to her Dad and he told me that it was caused by her medications. In a way, the rapid changes were hard to endure, but in another, they provided me with a new perspective.
The darkness in the storm clouds induces in me an appreciation for the light, colorful, peaceful clouds when they come. The impending storm foretold by the storm clouds creates in my heart a greater sensitivity for the light, colorful, soft clouds that I see before and after the storm. So it is with the rapid changes in my dear little granddaughter. The dark moods help me to appreciate all the beautiful, tender moments that we have.
We discussed the colors before us. In one moment, the clouds were dark and gray, indeed they were almost black. In the next moment, they were punctuated with bright yellow rays of light. The clouds then seemed to soften and were accented with a myriad of other colors, of pinks and blues, and of the most glorious white.
Our visit with Aubrey was just the same. When we arrived, she was sweet and energetic as she greeted us and tried to catch us up on all she had seen and done since our last visit. As quickly as appearance of the clouds changed, there was a change in Aubrey's mood. She turned from bright and bubbly to dark and withdrawn. In one moment, she was independent but with the passing of just a minute or two, she was dependent on her parents. She was chatty and social, but in a flash she was tired and preferred solitude.
The contrast was quick and marked. I mentioned it to her Dad and he told me that it was caused by her medications. In a way, the rapid changes were hard to endure, but in another, they provided me with a new perspective.
The darkness in the storm clouds induces in me an appreciation for the light, colorful, peaceful clouds when they come. The impending storm foretold by the storm clouds creates in my heart a greater sensitivity for the light, colorful, soft clouds that I see before and after the storm. So it is with the rapid changes in my dear little granddaughter. The dark moods help me to appreciate all the beautiful, tender moments that we have.
2 comments:
It is amazing how change happens so quickly... from dark to light and light to dark...
That is really the way life often is. Some changes are slow and not so noticeable and at other times, thing change suddenly. I am glad that Aubrey has some happy times in the hard times. My prayers are there with all of you as life goes on. I love all of you. Grandma Gatha
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