Clouds and Valleys, Thorns and Rubble

Usually, during the day, clouds bring darkness; but at night, they've been making the sky brighter. They reflect the moon, & light up the whole heavens. In this valley where heaviness looms, sometimes a beam of light will be cast down into even the darkest cavern, and it allows for a type of smile that I have only rarely felt. Amidst woe, joy is treasured all the more. I'm finding beauty in this I did not know. The One who can take a shadowy cloud, and use it to light up an evening sky, deserves my confidence. As I trust him, I am also holding fast to these words once spoken by Lincoln: "We can complain that rose bushes have thorns, or we can rejoice that thorn bushes have roses." Beauty has not departed, it's only become more real contrasted against the rubble.