It was late in the day. The sun was setting and the sky was transforming into a myriad of glorious scenes, one after the other. My son and I were outside playing ball. I kept stopping the game to look at the vivid colors unfolding before us. The deepest tourquoise–the peachiest peach. I would be so engaged in one mix of colors and shapes, only to find more beauty in the ones that overtook them.
So much of life is an invitation to see God and ponder on who He is. Each star says, "I have a Maker," and each budding leaf whispers, "Through the majesty of His power, I am unfolding." As the night begins its gradient approach over the earth, the awesome force of His control over all that is speaks a language that cannot go unheard.