126 Cloudy (Num 9)

I had this cracking thought today driving.
I giggled at it thinking how it would look in my blog.
Should have pulled over and written it down.
Hate that!
I did ponder about including some statement about 5 "Roadworks Ahead" signs and 60 km speed limits, followed by "Roadwork Ended" signs and nothing in between.
But I won't.
I'm sure the invisible road crews would not appreciate the mocking.
Particularly after such a hard day.
It was a nice drive.
I was happy for most of it.
The rest is a bit blurry.
Not in a dangerous way though.
Just uneventful.
I think.

Numbers 9
I am fascinated by clouds.
Absolutely love watching them.
I love the incredible range of "depth" they appear to have.
I love those days where you get big massive storm heads rolling behind thin, wispy stretched out ones.
I love the changes of colour at sunrise and sunset.
I love when they peek out over the hills.
Clouds are just cool.
The children of Israel experienced some cool cloud moments.
When it was time to move on, the cloud lifted from above the tabernacle.
It would move for a day or two days or a month.
And the people would follow.
It would settle.
And they would camp.
One day.
A few days.
Possibly random.
But I doubt it.
Randomness with purpose to me would indicate intent.
A continuous reminder of God's presence and His promise.
A promise to lead.
A promise to keep close.
A sign of beauty and wonder.
Something so natural.
Yet not.
The first thing you would see each day.
Apart from the ceiling of your tent!