God Is Speaking

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.” 
Psalm 19:1-2
When I am blessed with pleasant weather and blue skies, 
I wander outside.
I step quietly into an ever-changing canvas, 
alive with wonder and beauty.
Nature reflects the awe-inspiring work of the Master Artist.
His brush drips grace like wet paint over the earth, 
over all of his creation.
He speaks and his message is heard
 by those with eyes to see and ears to hear.
May our eyes be open today. May our ears be ever listening. 
Because He is speaking.
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The Art of a Sunset


If you’re like me, you cannot help but be drawn to nature. As a child, there were many things in the wild outdoors that frightened me and, yet, so much more that enchanted me. Especially the kaleidoscope sky.


A palette of crystal blue mornings, sometimes filled with marshmallow white clouds, turned to a vibrant mix of yellow, orange and red as day slowly transitioned to night. Sunset. The Master Artist at work. Even now, I am awestruck at the sight. When I see a sunset, I am compelled to pause. To sigh. To let out a grateful whisper to God for allowing me to witness His creativity. His signature in the sky.

Special Note: I would like to thank my talented sister-in-law, Linda Moyer, for sharing her gift of photography through the photos in this post.

Imagine

Our truest life is when we are in dreams awake. Henry David Thoreau

I’m always awestruck by the beauty of nature. God seems to speak louder when I am immersed in His creation and take time to be quiet and listen. Those are the times it becomes easy to dream…

I wrote the following when we were on vacation in the mountains a few years ago.

Imagine Me
 
High above majestic mountains
Over treetops, green with envy
Finally, like an eagle soaring
Imagine me
 
Rushing waters far beneath me
Rivers of regret behind me
Singing in the calm, blue breezes
Imagine me
 
From the early, misty morning
Into brilliant sunset, evening
Finding God beyond the moonbeams
Imagine me