We are fools who are impressed with mankind’s paltry accomplishments and yet overlook the awesome miracles of God’s creation.c. e. hollis
The frost was beautiful this morning after the sun came tiptoeing up over the tree line. It sparkled like a thin white tablecloth with lacy parts and a texture that you want to but mustn’t touch. The sun is up and glowing now in a clear blue sky. A few wisps of white cloud range in smooth streaks across the treetops. They rest low in the sky leaving the whole of the magnificent dome clear blue, except for a milky moon.
The sky is multi-dimensional, hard to describe. Today many folks would call it “plain.” I think because we are not very observant people. We only pay attention to what threatens or delights us. Often, we notice it only in wonder on perfectly clear days or in dreadful weather events, storms building on the horizon, dark clouds, lightning and thunder, snow falling.
We fail to notice the sky much at all when it is “plain.” But, Lord, I don’t ever find it truly plain. I find it amazing––everyday––all times of the day––changing––pulsing with light and movement. Constantly and minute-by-minute it changes.
What a canvas You paint for us. What a page You write for us, God! Help us to see and read and know You more fully.
Thus says the Lord,
“Heaven is my throne and the earth is my footstool.
Where then is a house you could build for Me? And where is a place that I may rest? For my hands made all these things,
Thus all these things came into being.” declares the Lord.
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