A whisper from Above

Reflecting on my life is what in my mind it was.  Many others may view it differently, but this is my story told in ways I have understood it to be.

My dad moved on quickly after my mother died.  No room for recovery, as another woman was always around filling whatever void my dad must have been facing.  This woman who will remain nameless, owned a farm outside of Sidney and my dad would bring me there many times and I would wander the fields.

My mind was always full of imagination and this particular day was no different as I danced around in the wheat fields.  How interesting to be such a young girl and in my heart recognize where God must be as I looked up into the sky a lot.  I remember this beautiful sunny day as the sky was bright blue with clouds shaped like big balls of cotton.    The wind must have been gently blowing as the cotton ball clouds changed shape and one caught my attention.  Gazing up into the sky one cloud, one big fluffy cloud seemed to be gazing back at me.  Not literally, but in my mind it was the one that whispered my name and I followed it.   Through the wheat field I sauntered not taking my eye off of this cloud, the tears began to stream down my cheeks.  I was only five or six years old at the time, and yes, I was out in a wheat field by myself following a cloud, crying for my mom.  "Please bring her back" I remember thinking out loud.  How long I followed is not for me to remember, and my very young self always found my way back to where I was suppose to be.   The vision I saw that day was just the beginning of my knowing there was a God, and He was looking out for me.