All but the last cloud photo were taken from an airplane while I was on my way to Maryland the day after my sweet mother's death. We grieve her death from below, she rejoices in her new life from above. Someday Jesus will come through the clouds and draw his own to himself in Heaven. Now we see dimly, then we will see him clearly and be transformed into glory.
"For now we see only a reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known." 1 Corinthians 13:12