August Skies

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 display knowledge.
There is no speech or language
where their voice is not heard.
Their voice goes out into all the earth,
their words to the ends of the world.

Psalm 19:1-4

Morning by morning I sit in my rocking chair.  The same 3 houses and the same 6 trees stand unchanged across the street.  But through the frame of the spindles, every day looks and feels different.  Just as is true in our lives so go the skies.  Morning by morning, new mercies are seen.  Pink bursts of a rising sun some days, rain and peals of  lightning on others.  Gray and cloudy or crystal clear, His hand paints the canvas as He sees fit.  Though the place is the same day after day, it always feels different.  The skies lift my mind to heaven.  They testify to the glory of God. They proclaim the work of His hands and pour forth wisdom. Morning or night–nowhere is beyond the reach of the skies and their voice goes out into all the earth–giving Him his due praise!