The heavens are telling of the glory of God; and their expanse is declaring the work of His hands. Day to day pours forth speech, and night to night reveals knowledge… Their sound has gone out through all the earth, and their utterances to the end of the world. In them He has placed a tent for the sun, which is as a bridegroom coming out of his chamber. It rejoices as a strong man to run his course. …Nothing is hidden from it’s heat.
Of all created life, we as people are the only ones who love a sunset, or majestic mountain view, or cascading waterfall. Bears don’t stop in Yosemite to talk about the beauty of the trout. We are the ones whose breath is inhaled suddenly when we turn towards a rainbow that has appeared between the dark clouds. We are the ones who stand without moving as waves have come from miles across the sea to run up and kiss our feet. We are the ones who are drawn towards the Creator through His work, this planet of canvas where His art is displayed. No matter the language, the education, or the continent, we are all drawn to the beauty before us. And in turn drawn to hopefully see the Father in it and feel His joy at being His child.
From the rising of the sun to its setting, the name of the Lord is to be praised… He raises the poor from the dust, and lifts the needy from the ash heap. ~Psalm 113:3,7
To the personal Creator, Father, Savior who loves to dazzle us with sunsets, thank you.
(c) Robin Lawrimore, 2011