The heavens declare the glory of God, and the sky above proclaims his handiwork.
I went to my usual get-a-way at lunch today. It doesn’t matter what the weather is, I will enjoy the beauty of this park. The grass. The trees. The frog songs coming from the wooded pathway. The birds soaring high above me in the sky. The sky. God’s amazing, ever-changing masterpiece.
Today, the sky changed quickly. I stood outside my car and watched as the heavy clouds moved in layers above me. Shades of grays and blues. Some almost black. The earth would darkened and lighten. When I turned around to look behind me, the clouds were the brightest white and the sky was an awesome, crystal blue.
Ever since the initial Covid lockdown, I became more intrigued with the heavens. Since we really didn’t understand all that was truly happening at the time, we abided by the “rules” and stayed home. My girls and I spent much time on the deck out back where I did a lot of sky dazing. The world seemed so quiet. It reminded me of the days following 9/11. No planes were in the air. Everyone felt the pain. Our world was very quiet then too.
I walked about the circle drive at the park and took in the fresh air, which got colder the closer the dark clouds got to me. I didn’t mind. I took several pictures of the changing sky. I know the sky is sometimes unforgiving but realizing the crystal blue is always just above the clouds gives me peace.
I hope you, too, find peace in God’s handiwork. ♥️