Ps 18: 9-11 He bowed the heavens, and came down; thick darkness was under his feet. He rode on a cherub, and flew; he came swiftly upon the wings of the wind. He made darkness his covering around him, his canopy thick clouds dark with water.
“I found great comfort one day in these verses. It was when God was flying upon the wings of the wind to the relief of His servant, that His servant looking up, saw thick clouds of the skies. The pavilion of the Lord is not always a golden glory, such as our sunrises so often open before us. It is sometimes darkness. He made darkness His secret place; His pavilion round about Him dark waters, thick clouds of the skies.
“You will wonder where the comfort came in. Quite simply: long ago we chose Mary’s favorite place—‘Mary . . . sat at Jesus’ feet, and heard His word.’ If we, who would always abide there, find ourselves at any time wrapped in darkness, it is only because we are in the cloud that is under His feet, for it is written, ‘darkness was under His feet’, and ‘the clouds are the dust of His feet’ [Nahum 1.3].” (Amy Carmichael, Edges of His Ways)