Storm clouds blew in with pounding rain and hail, and I spoke to them the way I heard Father speaking in my spirit. It was about loving the weather, healing it just like we do our bodies.  He said the earth itself is in need of healing from the rampant destructiveness of darkness.  But I didn’t understand until He widened my spirit sight to see Love as it was poured into the clouds just like a mother would love a child.

He said the weather has suffered under heavy and cruel curses. Many of those voices speak of global warming and the inevitable effects. And some are simply people not seeing the kind of weather they desire for their events. So they curse the clouds.

This was a strange revelation. Thinking about weather like it was a person stretched my imagination. But it brought me to a new and different level of Love.

Gazing at the dark, rolling clouds, I let my heart fill with Love.  Then I began to encourage them, nurturing them, and healing them. I told them to embrace their original creation mandate again, which had been to nourish the earth.

But they blasted their tiny hail furiously for several minutes like a toddler having a temper tantrum.  And as I kept speaking they calmed, became peaceful and rained a gentle rain.

I heard my spirit tell them about my admiration of their beauty and my love for them just as they are. But it also encouraged them to be calmer, less tempestuous, more peaceful and gentle.  I felt them staring at me in shock at my words, wondering why I wasn’t speaking the usual cursing they have become accustomed to hearing.

I also wondered at this new empathy for clouds and then remembered that I’ve always experienced such thrills at their appearance.  They always excite me whether they are placid or passionate.  And Hunny and I used to comment that storm chasing would be a wonderful career. It was because of the clouds.

There seems to be an odd symbiosis in me with clouds. As crazy as that sounds, they fill my heart with joy and I thank Father for creating them.

Now I want to heal them and resurrect their original passion so they can be whole and fulfilled.  It only makes sense that this is a part of redeeming the Earth.

If you often feel the thrill of watching clouds, then maybe you too have a symbiosis with them. And maybe you will join me in rebuilding them. Just imagine what they are like in their original design. How amazing could that be?