“The heavens declare the glory of God; the skies proclaim the work of his hands. Day after day they pour forth speech; night after night they reveal knowledge. They have no speech, they use no words; no sound is heard from them. Yet their voice goes out into all the earth, their words to the ends of the world.” (Psalm 19:1-4a NIV)
At 6:30 a.m. this morning I sat beside Blue Lake, near Andalusia, Alabama. The sky was awash in colors—purple, orange, red, gray, blue, coral, pink, white—as the sun rose over the lake. No breeze disturbed the surface of the water. It reflected heaven’s dazzling display to my eye. The song of distant yapping coyotes drifted to my ear, and nearby an owl questioned, “Who?”
Sunrise was alive with the presence of the sun’s Creator there by the lake; and I lived, loved, and breathed God’s glory for several precious moments. I feel grateful to share creation’s praise for our Creator.
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