Clouds invoke wonder in us. We take countless images of them, while spanning a wide range of emotions from rejoicing in the infinite variety of gigantic and ever-changing shapes in the sky to fearing the awesome forces of a dark thunderstorm or worse. We forecast weather based on them, plan our travel and outdoor lives around them, see signs and portents in them, pray for life-giving rain to fall from them, and dream of flying above them. We also use them as synonymns for when life gets hard and we cannot see either the sun or the way through.

Yet for all their wonder and mystery, we often forget that the Lord planned clouds for these very reasons—to rain down water upon our thirsty earth; to provide beauty in the sky and invoke our awe; and to remind us there is always sun on the other side, even in our darkest, most cloud-covered hours.

And as we learn in the poem Footsteps, it is during such cloud-covered times when the Lord most often carries us.

Please enjoy the images below of clouds and fog—interesting to me for their variety, formation, setting, and/or simplicity—in and around the Malangen and Balsfjord areas of Northern Norway.

Clouds invoke wonder in us. We take countless images of them, while spanning a wide range of emotions from rejoicing in the infinite variety of gigantic and ever-changing shapes in the sky to fearing the awesome forces of a dark thunderstorm or worse. We forecast weather based on them, plan our travel and outdoor lives around them, see signs and portents in them, pray for life-giving rain to fall from them, and dream of flying above them. We also use them as synonymns for when life gets hard and we cannot see either the sun or the way through.

Yet for all their wonder and mystery, we often forget that the Lord planned clouds for these very reasons—to rain down water upon our thirsty earth; to provide beauty in the sky and invoke our awe; and to remind us there is always sun on the other side, even in our darkest, most cloud-covered hours.

And as we learn in the poem Footsteps, it is during such cloud-covered times when the Lord most often carries us.

Please enjoy the images below of clouds and fog—interesting to me for their variety, formation, setting, and/or simplicity—in and around the Malangen and Balsfjord areas of Northern Norway.

Clouds invoke wonder in us. We take countless images of them, while spanning a wide range of emotions from rejoicing in the infinite variety of gigantic and ever-changing shapes in the sky to fearing the awesome forces of a dark thunderstorm or worse. We forecast weather based on them, plan our travel and outdoor lives around them, see signs and portents in them, pray for life-giving rain to fall from them, and dream of flying above them. We also use them as synonymns for when life gets hard and we cannot see either the sun or the way through.

Yet for all their wonder and mystery, we often forget that the Lord planned clouds for these very reasons—to rain down water upon our thirsty earth; to provide beauty in the sky and invoke our awe; and to remind us there is always sun on the other side, even in our darkest, most cloud-covered hours.

And as we learn in the poem Footsteps, it is during such cloud-covered times when the Lord most often carries us.

Please enjoy the images below of clouds and fog—interesting to me for their variety, formation, setting, and/or simplicity—in and around the Malangen and Balsfjord areas of Northern Norway.