I was walking in the back lane of my office, a rather messy little alley through which the garbage trucks trundle through every morning. Then I notice, framed between the two shoplots the sight of the sky, the clouds and the sunshine. So I quickly grabbed my phone and took a picture.
This morning, when I am a feeling little glum, I will say nothing and let God write the prose in the canvas of His sky. He is the best Writer ever, so why not?
Sometimes, when all appear gloomy and untidy, we just need to remember who we are, and where we are. And that above us is a happy shining sky, a sign of hope when our expectations which we disguise as our hopes appear ready to let us down.
Do not be fooled by the narrow backlanes and alleys that embody our limited aspirations. Look up, sunshine. For God's ambition and expectations for us is breath-taking in its expanse and beauty. Just like the sky.