BLUE SKY SOMEWHERE

Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Nov 15, 1877

“BLUE SKY SOMEWHERE.”

Children are eloquent teachers. Many a lesson which has done our heart good have we learned from their lisping lips. It was but the other day another took root in memory. We were going to a picnic, and of course the little ones had been in ecstacies for several days. But the appointed morning broke forth with no glad sunshine, no song of birds, no peals of mirth.

“Shan’t we go mother?” exclaimed a child of five, with passionate emphasis.

“If it clears off.”

“But when will it clear off?”

“Oh, look out for the blue sky.”

And so he did, poor little fellow, but never a bit of blue sky gladdened his eyes.

“Well, I don’t care, mother,” said he when the tedious day had at length numbered all its hours, “if I haven’t seen it, I know there is blue sky somewhere.”

The next morning there was blue sky, such as only greets us after a storm. “There, mother, didn’t I tell you so?” cried a joyous voice; “there is blue sky!” Then the little head bowed for a moment in silent thought.

“Mother,” exclaimed the child, when he again looked up, “there must have been blue sky all day yesterday, though I never saw a bit of it, ’cause you see, there ain’t no place where it could have gone to. God only covered it up with clouds didn’t he?”