Another beautiful day the Lord has made! Hot summer time day. Even the breeze is warm today. The songbirds are all happily singing and flitting around the feeders and bird baths. The wind chimes are pinging soft spring melodies. My yard symphony is composed by large buzzing bumblebee bassoonists and happy birdsong arias. Everyone is happy except the pansies. The days are getting too hot for them. Need to find them a shady spot somewhere. I’m ready to start gardening and planting my flowers and vegetables. Oldest brother and I are going to garden together with some large container pots from the farm. I’m excited. He knows lots of garden secrets to grow delicious tomatoes.

Dusk is sprinkling its fairy dust on the earth, quietly taking the day’s light as the sun rolls down the horizon behind the cigar smoke gray clouds from Father Sky’s pipe. The clouds are perfectly beautiful rolled up in shades of slate gray, coconut white, and purple thistle gathering moisture to rain down from the heavens. Above the rolled clouds Mother Nature brushed strokes of bright white watercolors painting long thin clouds that are stretched out like herons flying to heaven.

I came in the house and sat in lady den when the porch lost its shade this afternoon and turned on the radio. The first song playing was He Ain’t Heavy, He’s My Brother sung by The Hollies in 1969. I looked up the lyrics and read them as poetry. The first two stanzas read, “The road is long with many a winding turn that leads us to who knows where, who knows where, but I’m strong enough to carry him. He ain’t heavy, he’s my brother. So on we go, his welfare is of my concern, no burden is heavy to bear. We’ll get there. For I know he would not encumber me. He ain’t heavy, he’s my brother.” Beautiful words we all need to ponder on.

The song speaks of a person carrying another’s burden sustained by the love and compassion for their brother. The song lyrics remind us the importance of supporting one another as we weather the storms that blow into our lives. Galations 6:2 states, “Carry each other’s burdens, and in this way you will fulfill the law of Christ.” God wants us to help each other through life’s struggles. Chief always said everyone is in such a hurry going nowhere. We rush down the highway of life so caught up in our own world we don’t have time to stop and help those stumbling along the journey with their burdens. We don’t even see them we’re so focused on ourselves. God wants us show love and compassion, stopping along the way take time to give hope to those walking in darkness, to pick them up, to shoulder their burdens. They won’t be too burdensome because we’re carrying them with God’s strength.

I read where clouds were the dust of God’s feet. I’m on the lookout for his footprints now. I think we can look at the clouds and recognize the trials and tribulations and the joy and happiness of our lives. In the Book of Nahum 1:3 we read, “The Lord has His way in the whirlwind and in the storm, and the clouds are the dust of His feet.” When we face dark storms in our life life we realize God is in control. Sometimes his judgments may come in the form of a storm and these storms are a sign of God’s presence.

Sometimes I feel we have a dark cloud hanging over the earth now and a storm is brewing. Sometimes I think the world is going to hell in a hand-basket. The political world is a disaster. We can’t get along with each other. We can’t accept each other as we truly are. We fuss and we fight. We’re never satisfied with what we have. We shoot and kill each other because we can’t agree to disagree. Plus, all these natural disasters, showing we are not in control of our world, should make us get on our knees in prayer to ask God to move the storm clouds and bring the sunshine back in peoples’ hearts. America needs to be healed. God never promised life would not be without hardship but he did say he would see us safely through to his rainbow. Psalm 34:19 states, “The righteous person may have many troubles, but the Lord delivers him from them all.”

We need to always remember, “He ain’t heavy, he’s my brother.”

“Help your brother’s boat across, and your own will reach the shore.” — Hindu Proverb