"The heavens declare the glory of God; the skies proclaim the work of His hands." -Psalm 19:1 (NIV)
Driving home, I'm struck by the magnificence of God's creation.
My car quickens and my heart hastens and I find myself chasing after the traces of God. The skies display His majesty and I crave to get closer to the source of such undefiled beauty.
Moments like this pass so fast and so I slow. way. down. and breathe. Breathe in the hand-painted, God-given gift of the sky that points me toward my ultimate heaven home.
Every hue sings holy holy holy and the clouds swell with His might.
I weave down the side roads of my neighborhood, fighting time for a last glimpse of the sunset sky; as if getting closer to the clouds, closer the the colors, will bring me closer to the Creator.
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