I’m sitting in Lambert-St. Louis International Airport waiting for my flight back home to Des Moines.  On the flight from L.A. to here we flew by the Grand Canyon, and then flew over the Rocky Mountains in New Mexico.  Beautiful.  Just an amazing reminder of my awesome Creator.

The heavens declare the glory of God,
and the sky above proclaims his handiwork.
Day to day pours out speech,
and night to night reveals knowledge.
There is no speech, nor are there words,
whose voice is not heard.
Their voice goes out through all the earth,
and their words to the end of the world.
In them he has set a tent for the sun,
which comes out like a bridegroom leaving his chamber,
and, like a strong man, runs its course with joy.
Its rising is from the end of the heavens,
and its circuit to the end of them,
and there is nothing hidden from its heat.

(Psalm 19:1-6, ESV)

 

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  1. Y’know…this reminds me of a conversation I had once.

    A buddy was wondering why I believe– basically, from his POV, I’m a smart, scientifically-minded gal with pretty decent reasoning and not much time for acting like fantasy is reality.

    I didn’t phrase it quite this way, but…how can I not believe, when so much of creation SHOUTS and sings about its creation? How can I not love someone who put so much beauty and joy into the world, who made so many wonderful things?

    I’ve got a snip of old hymn in my head, let me google….

    My life flows on in endless song;
    Above earth’s lamentation
    I hear the sweet though far off hymn
    That hails a new creation:
    Through all the tumult and the strife
    I hear the music ringing;
    It finds an echo in my soul—
    How can I keep from singing?

  2. Y’know…this reminds me of a conversation I had once.

    A buddy was wondering why I believe– basically, from his POV, I’m a smart, scientifically-minded gal with pretty decent reasoning and not much time for acting like fantasy is reality.

    I didn’t phrase it quite this way, but…how can I not believe, when so much of creation SHOUTS and sings about its creation? How can I not love someone who put so much beauty and joy into the world, who made so many wonderful things?

    I’ve got a snip of old hymn in my head, let me google….

    My life flows on in endless song;
    Above earth’s lamentation
    I hear the sweet though far off hymn
    That hails a new creation:
    Through all the tumult and the strife
    I hear the music ringing;
    It finds an echo in my soul—
    How can I keep from singing?

  3. Y’know…this reminds me of a conversation I had once.

    A buddy was wondering why I believe– basically, from his POV, I’m a smart, scientifically-minded gal with pretty decent reasoning and not much time for acting like fantasy is reality.

    I didn’t phrase it quite this way, but…how can I not believe, when so much of creation SHOUTS and sings about its creation? How can I not love someone who put so much beauty and joy into the world, who made so many wonderful things?

    I’ve got a snip of old hymn in my head, let me google….

    My life flows on in endless song;
    Above earth’s lamentation
    I hear the sweet though far off hymn
    That hails a new creation:
    Through all the tumult and the strife
    I hear the music ringing;
    It finds an echo in my soul—
    How can I keep from singing?

  4. Y’know…this reminds me of a conversation I had once.

    A buddy was wondering why I believe– basically, from his POV, I’m a smart, scientifically-minded gal with pretty decent reasoning and not much time for acting like fantasy is reality.

    I didn’t phrase it quite this way, but…how can I not believe, when so much of creation SHOUTS and sings about its creation? How can I not love someone who put so much beauty and joy into the world, who made so many wonderful things?

    I’ve got a snip of old hymn in my head, let me google….

    My life flows on in endless song;
    Above earth’s lamentation
    I hear the sweet though far off hymn
    That hails a new creation:
    Through all the tumult and the strife
    I hear the music ringing;
    It finds an echo in my soul—
    How can I keep from singing?

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