A thin layer of fog floats misty over the river as the rising sun paints peach across the south.
I steer the car across the narrow bridge and continue toward the highway and my appointment in the city an hour from home - a weekly routine for over a month.
I must hurry. Once dawn gives way, there's no holding back the fiery orb's rise over the pasture just around the bend.
As I stop the car on the side of the road, my soul swells hallelujahs, and I remove my camera's lens cap - hoping to capture a glimpse of glory in the foggy horizon's blaze.
and the sky above proclaims his handiwork.
Day to day pours out speech,
and night to night reveals knowledge.
There is no speech, nor are there words,
whose voice is not heard.
Their voice goes out through all the earth,
and their words to the end of the world.
In them he has set a tent for the sun,
which comes out like a bridegroom leaving his chamber,
and, like a strong man, runs its course with joy.
Its rising is from the end of the heavens,
and its circuit to the end of them,
and there is nothing hidden from its heat.
Psalm 19:1-6 ESV
Nothing can hold back the sun or my praise - to run the course with joy.
but on trees and flowers and clouds and stars.
Martin Luther
8 comments:
I've seen pink skies, but I don't think I've ever seen one quite so peach. Stunning! One of the speakers at the Laity Lodge retreat quoted Psalm 19 and then stopped to ask us, "If the heavens are pouring forth speech, what do you hear them saying?" Thanks for stopping to look, and to listen.
Such glorious beauty...love Psalm 19. And this "Nothing can hold back the sun or my praise - to run the course with joy." Thank you friend, for blessing my day.
Thank you for sharing a glimpse of your day ... and your praise ... with us.
Oh how special to be able to watch beauty like this unfold before you. God is so good.
Thank you, Nancy. I LOVE that question...."what do you hear them (the heavens) saying?" And I ask myself, "why don't I stop more often to listen?" Thank you. XO
It IS glorious beauty - all from the hand of God. Thank YOU, Connie!!! XO
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God is very, very good....and the thing is, Ruth....the same sun that rises over that field, rises over the fields where you live, too. It's a call for me to pay more attention. XO
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