“The heavens declare the glory of God; the skies proclaim the work of his hands.” (Psalm 19:1)

This morning as I looked out the glass doors of our balcony three flights up God was doing a lot declaring. You would have to be close to blind to miss it. The wide expanse of sand that stretched to the Gulf was glittering white right up to when it met the deep blue of the water.  The vast expanse of blue reached the horizon in the distance which was pink where the sky touched the edge. A strip of pink slowly fading into yellow and then back to pink to the grayish white cloud hanging low. The clouds in their turn merged into white, meeting the light blue of the sky. The heavens became bluer as my eyes turned upward.

Nothing I’ve seen in an art museum was as perfect. As Grace and I watched the colors changed, merging and mixing as if in a video. Yesterday’s show was similar but different as tomorrow’s will be. Like snowflakes, no heavenly display is exactly like another one. Everyday, God paints a different sky and slowly changes it as the day progresses to night.

Last night the sky was like a kaleidoscope of colors ranging from reds to pinks and yellows with all sorts of lilacs and oranges mixed in. It spread from the west around the horizon reflecting its self in the East as if it were rising instead of setting. Words can’t describe it.

Words fail but feelings don’t. Watching the colors of the setting sun bouncing off the clouds and water created a peace of its own. Perhaps a peace that is beyond understanding but somehow is reassuring. God is in his heaven, all’s right with the world.

We are as much a work of his hands as are the heavens and though we don’t always realize it we are more precious to him than a million sunrises and sunsets. God created man to reflect his glory just like he paints the sky.

Task for Today: Paint a living picture for the world to see using your life as a witness to the handiwork of God. You are reflecting his image, make sure it is a glorious one.