I’ve been watching the sky lately. Not because I know of any impending comets or eclipses or irregular moons.
I’ve been sky-watching because there’s something inherently awe-inspiring about witnessing a sunrise or a sunset. And when the radiance of hues across the skyline strikes awe within me, I’m immediately raptured by the God who painted every shade.
On Friday morning, I read these words from Amos 5:
He who made the Pleiades and Orion,
and turns darkness into the morning
and darkens the day into night,
who calls for the waters of the sea
and pours them out on the surface of the earth,
the LORD is his name (Amos 5:8).
Then I ventured to the window to behold a brilliant glow on the horizon. The tinge of sun cast warm reflections onto a mass of clouds above, silhouetting maples and pines in the foreground.
If it’s been some time since you craned your neck to watch the sky, slice time out of your day to do so. Don’t stop at glorying in the colors but acknowledge the Master Artist behind all those tints and tones.
The LORD is his name.