When The Clouds Would Dance


Light Breaks Through

My eyes slowly opened from a night’s rest.  As usual I was the first to wake.  My dad, mom, and brother all would remain asleep for a few more hours yet.  I rubbed the sleep from my eyes, then slowly rolled out of my twisted mis-matched sheet.

My nights were almost always filled with much motion.  Once, while on a family vacation to Niagara Falls, I was the one chosen to sleep with mom and dad.  My brother got to sleep soundly on a hideaway bed next to the heater in our tiny little motel room.  If memory serves me correct, that was the last time mom was so willing to share a bed with me.  That night I managed to literally kick her to the miniature couch that was across the room against the window.  I woke up the next morning with my feet in my dad’s face.

As my feet hit the floor, they began to follow their usual pathway that led them through the kitchen and out the main door.  Just a few feet outside the door, my two-year old bottom plopped down on what mom called the front “stoop”.  It was sometime between 6:00-6:30 am when the show began.

For years I had forgotten about these special moments watching the sun break through the cumulus clouds.  Those quiet moments before the world got loud.  This was the time when God caused the clouds to dance.  I know that sounds crazy, but I promise you they danced.

As the morning dew dripped off of the sweet purple morning glories, the sun’s rays pierced through the giant cotton-like billows and lit them up.

I don’t quite know how to describe the unravelling scenes I witnessed on these mornings.  Sometimes it was like the clouds were on fire with bright glowing shades of orange, and other times it was more like the sun’s rays were about to wrap me in a warm hug.  Watching the bright beams stretched down from heaven to the earth, it looked like God poked holes in heaven’s walls and let some of His light escape.  I didn’t know what to call it back then, but now I identify it has God showering me with His mercy.

I remember hearing thunder one morning.  For a moment I was disappointed that my alone time would not happen.  The clouds rolled open as roars of clapping sounded in the distance, but it wasn’t a storm that was exposed as the sky unfolded.  That morning my eyes watched the sun’s beams bounce from cloud to cloud.  The clouds continued to spin and roll, seeming to grow larger as they did.  All kinds of different colors filled the morning sky behind the expanding puffs.  Just moments after this glimpse into heaven, a rainbow appeared!  It never touched the earth but each end found a resting place on neighboring clouds.  “Wow!”

Rainbow In The Sky

During these mornings I would breathe in clean crisp air and whisper questions for God.  I was convinced these were private moments just between the two of us.  I knew at a very early age that I could tell God anything, even my most secret thoughts.  Most of the day that followed our morning visits I would remain quiet.  I would ask questions like, “God, is this what heaven is like?”   “When do I get to come?”  I didn’t want to die, but I wanted to go live where this peace lived.  I never saw angels but I knew they were there.  I knew they were protecting me at that moment and would continue to do so when the rest of the world woke up.

Fast forward now to the present.  It was just a few months ago while I was out for a morning run that God reminded me of my early childhood mornings with Him.  I’ve been struggling more now than ever with feeling so alone.  With my husband now in heaven, my family nine hours away, and many of my friends finding their next step in life, life has grown quiet.  To be completely honest, I’m finding it really hard to breathe.  Right now, at this very moment, I am sitting at a Starbucks across town just to get out of my familiar.  I knew if I went home all I would do is wash my face, put on my comfy pants, and crawl into bed with my laptop to stare into a false sense of belonging in cyberspace.  It’s the Christmas season and I’m just not strong enough anymore.  I’m not strong enough to put on a happy face and drag myself to the Christmas concert that my church puts on every year.  It’s about to start any minute now.  I just cannot pay $10 to sit in a crowd alone.  I have so many friends that would be there to wrap their sweet arms around me, but it’s not the same as sharing life with your partner, your best friend.  I still force myself to do a lot, but I really do not like going out anymore because the pain of coming home alone is too heavy now.  Life’s just not fun.

STOP!

Let me ease your mind.  This is usually the place where people try to offer words to encourage (and I am extremely grateful!), give a Bible verse or a talk filled with Christianese, try to fix me, or they simply disappear because they don’t know what to say.  There’s nothing you can say.  There’s nothing I can say.  After all, it’s been almost seven years since my world was turned inside out, since the death of my husband as well as my career.  What can be said?  It is what it is until God decides to change it.  I’ve said and done everything I know to do.  Over the years I have listened, read, sought God, walked when He said walk.  I’ve tried all I know to do.  I’ve tried to do what others have wanted me to do.  I’m just too exhausted to keep running down rabbit trails just to appease time and people.  I am at the end of myself mentally, emotionally, and physically.  Completely depleted.  Maybe this is exactly where God wants me?  Even with feeling like my heart is being cut out with a knife of fire, I am still at peace.  No.  I’m not crazy.  It’s just a season where my feeler and my knower are not lining up.  I feel hopeless, but I know Who my trust is in, and He has never left me.  Even if my mind and emotions are spiraling downward, my heart is at rest.  This is the time I myself must take the advice I gave a young girl last year when she asked for just one word of direction.  My words to her were, “Follow God’s peace above anything else.  Even when that peace leads you against all man’s logic.  Do not step until you have God’s peace.”  Yep, it’s time to swallow my own pill of advice – against all man’s logic.

This all brings me back to my dancing clouds.  During that morning run where God reminded me of the twirling beauties, I asked Him why I had not seen them again for so long?  When did I lose my eyes for those colorful cotton candy like puffs?  I don’t have the full answer to these questions yet, but I’m gaining some understanding.  I think the age when one becomes blind to the masterpiece of God’s creation is different for everyone.

“I have told you all this so that you may have peace in Me.  Here on earth you will have many trials and sorrows.  But take heart, because I have overcome the world.” John 16:33 (NLT)

We all have had, or will have, trials, pains, letdowns, and people who abuse our heart, and we all will choose how we process what this life throws our way.  Some of us will run head first into it, and some will run away from it.  Some will hide under the covers paralyzed by it, and others will plunge themselves into work to keep their mind from thinking about it and their heart from feeling it.  All can be beneficial and all can be destructive.  But no doubt that the pain sears the heart and leaves scar tissue.  We lose sensation in those scarred areas until we make a conscious decision to let God heal the hurt.  Sometimes it’s a matter of us choosing to take back what others have stolen from us by living and letting God bless us.  But even when we’ve come to the place where we’re ready to move forward, it’s still all subject to God’s timing, or it should be anyway.

I long for a best friend that will love me despite my faults, and that I can specially love in return, even when their beans have found their way under the covers at night.  Oh come on now!  That way funny!  See, I want realistic, but I want only God’s plan for me – so I wait.  I don’t know how long this season will last, but I’m taking this opportunity to get real, face my pain, and allow myself to hope even when hope hurts.

“The Lord is good to those who wait for Him, to the soul who seeks Him.” Lam. 3:25

Maybe this season is for nothing more than me to stop and sit on the “stoop” and allow God to make the clouds dance like only He can.  You see?  He never stopped.  Creation still claps in worship and the clouds still twirl in delight of His presence.  Just because pain caused my vision to dim and fear of further heartache screams loudly in my ears, does not mean that God quit wooing me.  The fact that I allowed my focus to shift from faith to fear does not mean that God is not fully aware of me.  He knows every joy and pain I’ve felt.  He knows every right and wrong done to me.  He was with me at the age of two sitting on the front steps, and He has been with me every moment of every day, in every breath, since then.

I feel like a little girl anxiously waiting for her daddy to remover His hands from her eyes to reveal what He’s been preparing.  With this thought I smile.

I don’t have to chase after the dancing clouds, they’re already here.  I just have to trust enough to look up to see them.

~Shannan

Uncompromisingly Walking With Him In 2012!

The presence of pain is not the absence of peace.

You can help me during this time of waiting.  You can pray for God’s very best for me.  You can ask Him to keep my heart protected in His care.  Pray that my eyes will see all that He has for me, and that I will have the wisdom, strength, and courage to walk when it’s time.

Angels Unaware

20 Comments

  1. Myles Holmes said,

    12/14/2012 at 11:50

    You are in our prayers, we are your friends, we care.

    • 12/14/2012 at 11:50

      Myles, I wish I had words to tell you and Valerie how much you mean to me. My heart sincerely smiles knowing I can call you friends. Thank you 🙂

  2. Elaine Witts said,

    12/14/2012 at 11:50

    Oh Shannon you’ve done it again. Just when I cannot verbalize my horrible loneliness and hurt (I lost my darling husband this year) you do it for me. And I truly understand your “peace of heart” – I call it “Joy in my storm” — and I think it is only possible when you are a believer! I will keep you in prayer — I know you and Warren from Bayfair in Pickering. I feel every word you have written because that’s how it is for mel Hold on — your Peace will come. May Christmas live and dwell in your heart, always.

    • 12/14/2012 at 11:50

      Elaine, I do hope you can feel a big hug coming at you through cyberspace! You are a beautiful example of why I write so openly. Too often this world does not allow us to simply get real with our emotions. I believe this is one reason so many in our culture are dealing with true depression. Unless we dig in to face and feel our pain, we can never be free from it. Thankfully Jesus walks with us and gives us His peace for our pain. Merry Christmas Elaine. Oh! And more ((HUGS))!

      • Elaine Witts said,

        12/19/2012 at 11:50

        Thank you for your reply — it means much to me. In my prayers and in my heart. Elaine

  3. Tracey Paris said,

    12/14/2012 at 11:50

    We are praying for you. Your thought of often … Sending you hugs and smiles from our home to yours! We love you Shannan and Gods plan is being perfectly unfolded one moment at a time. We will pray for wisdom, peace and clarity as you walk in His will. I love you my dear friend! God Bless today and always!!!

    • 12/14/2012 at 11:50

      Thank you for your prayers and love my sweet, sweet, friend! I am so wishing I could be in Canada for Christmas this year. Maybe we can celebrate together again this summer. Much Love!

  4. Carol Scobie said,

    12/15/2012 at 11:50

    Shannan, You are love and you are prayed for! Thank you for sharing your heart so openly, We will Continue to pray for you through this Christmas season, that God will fill you loneliness and pain with His beauty and strength, that the clouds will dance for you and that peace and joy will flood every part of you body and soul. In His Love Carol and Nat.

  5. Bob Kernodle said,

    12/15/2012 at 11:50

    Shannan all Pat and I can do is pray for God to open a door for you to walk thru with Him.I cant comprehend how lonely it must be ,I continue to pray for God to bring the man of His choosing into your life.We love you and thank God for your faithfulness to His leading!

  6. 12/15/2012 at 11:50

    […] The tragedies of school violence around the world has left my heart sore and tender to the pain and loss of this present world. For me, the more I feel something, the less I can put it into words. This post by ShannonParker’s blog was almost too much to pass on, but her honest faith is so poignant I wanted to offer it to you (if you’re old enough to know what “poignant” means, you’re ready): When The Clouds Would Dance. […]

  7. Charles Amonett said,

    12/16/2012 at 11:50

    Thank you for your post, Shannan.

  8. Daryl Williams said,

    12/17/2012 at 11:50

    I’ve written songs that said “Rest Beside Your Trouble”, and “I’ve Been Broken, But I’ve Been Blessed”. Both songs were easier to write than they were to live. Don’t let the “breaking” deceive you into thinking there is no “blessing”. OK, I’m preaching to myself now! You proved in this blog that you already know all of that. Thank you for writing it. You reminded me today of truths I need to let take root in my own life.
    I will continue to pray for abundant, manifested joy in your life.

  9. Juliette Tuttobene said,

    12/18/2012 at 11:50

    The closer we get to God, the further we feel!
    I just gave my husband a 50th birthday party. It was perfect. But late that night, I climbed in bed and tossed and turned wanting to be nearer to God. Nothing will ever complete us until we are with Jesus. I’m looking forward to that day- total transformation! I get it. I’m with you my friend.

  10. 12/25/2012 at 11:50

    Dear Shannan,

    May those clouds serve to remind you, that God will never leave you of forsake you… that, in your loneliness, you still can tell God anything, even your most secret thoughts.

    I always admire how in touch and how honest you are with your feelings.

    May the Message version of Psalm 42: 5 speak to your soul.

    “Why are you down in the dumps, dear soul? Why are you crying the blues? Fix my eyes on God – soon I’ll be praising again. He puts a smile on my face. He’s my God.”

    We continue to pray for your health and happiness, and as you have asked we will will pray for God’s very best for you. I think that’s all He intends any way.

    Perhaps, as 2012 draws to a close, you have already thought of a byline for your blog. If not, I have a suggestion for you…
    “Radiating His love in 2013.”

    May your burdens be light and your blessings heavy!

    LOVE to you, from Colleen and me.

  11. Elaine Witts said,

    01/03/2013 at 11:50

    Hi Shannon: It is OK to wish you a Happy New Year — because these are truly words, for you, from my heart. I know this is probably the “worst” time of the year for you as it is so close to the Anniversary of Warren’s death. Please be assured of my prayers, at this time, and I hope that 2013 will be a year of “flying into the wind” for both of us. God Bless you always. Elaine

    • 02/09/2013 at 11:50

      Hey Elaine. I am so sorry for the long delay in reply. I have been somewhat out of touch. Thank you for your thoughts and for your prayers. I really do not know what I would do without my extended God family. The start of 2013 has been a little difficult, but I know God is kind and will sustain me – and you! May God richly bless you my friend.

  12. Libby said,

    01/28/2013 at 11:50

    My story may seem odd to you but here goes. I think it may have been around 2004 or 2005 when you all came to sing in a small church near my hometown of mt. Vernon, IL. My boyfriend at the time sang that night before you all came on so I was there, in the front row. I enjoyed it so much. After, you all were so sweet to talk to us at the merchandise table. We bought a CD and I listened to that thing until I wore it out. I heard of your husband’s passing soon after it happened and I remember praying so much & checking your website a lot. I never forgot about you all. In 2007, my husband and I moved to Nashville. I had completely forgot you lived there. This past year in the spring of 2012, God was really laying you on my heart again. We were eating one night at the old spagetti factory downtown when I saw a girl who resembled you. I told my husband, “that’s so odd that she’s been on my mind & this girl looks so much like her”. It wasn’t you but I began to pray. Two weeks later, we were at our new church we had just started going to and as we were walking down the stairs, I saw you. You were speaking with someone and I didn’t want to interrupt as I’m sure that would be strange that this girl you never knew just walks up to tell you that you’ve been on my heart. Every time I saw you in church after, I’ve been praying. I have been praying for you for all these years and just know that you are loved dear saint! Please let me low if you ever need anything.

    • 02/09/2013 at 11:50

      Libby, Thank you for taking the time to contact me and refreshing my memory just a little. It always amazing me when I hear that the ministry of P3 has not been forgotten. That’s a huge deal in the music world. Praise God! Opening this note from you truly lifted my heart. What a small world we live in. Please be sure to introduce yourself to me in the future. I look forward to meeting you again soon.

  13. 07/09/2013 at 11:50

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  14. 12/03/2015 at 11:50

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