Brush Strokes

“All of creation, sing with me now, fill up the heavens, let His glory resound.” Mercy Me

Psalm 19:1 “The heavens declare the glory of God, the skies proclaim the work of His hand.” Painted skies. Colored sunsets. Brilliant moon. As we look to the heavens, we see beauty. Natural. Breath-taking. The heavens declare God’s handiwork. The rest of nature sings Creator. The flowers, the mountains, the plains. As we walk this orb, as we take in its beauty, let all that is within us give glory to God. To those who doubt a Creator, may their eyes be opened to the wonder and majesty of His creation. Not random. Not chance. Divine Design.