One of my most favorite things to do is look at sunrises and sunsets. It doesn’t matter where I am, on vacation or running errands around town, I have been known to stop everything (of course if I’m driving I safely pull off the to the side of the road first) and just gaze up at the awesomeness of what the skies display.
When I was growing up, I can remember lying down in the backyard with my Dad and looking up at the morning or evening sky. We would make pictures with the clouds. From our “cloud pictures” we would make up stories about faraway places. This practice continued into my teens when I was able to drive. Living on the East Coast there were many times that I’d drive down to the beach to watch the sunrise. I’d sit and marvel at the beauty, still making cloud pictures in my mind.
I ran across Psalm 108 verse 4 some time ago and it reminded me of the times I spent with my Dad and those times I sat on the beach looking up at the sky making “cloud picture” stories. When my Dad and I looked into the sky we were able to make up different scenarios about different places and different people…but there was always one constant. My Dad always talked about was how God painted the sky just so we could enjoy the beauty it held because of His unfailing love for us.
To this very day when I look up at the sky, I stand in awe of the God who created the stunning array of color and marvel at His handiwork. I’m held captive by the beauty and I praise God because just like the sunrise (or the sunset), His love is consistent and unfailing.
