Skies of Blue Remind Me of You

The night was dark this morning, all but moonless, when I rose to start my day. I thought it was a moonless night till my eye caught on a slender crescent hanging low in the eastern sky, it's waining edge sharper than a knife's blade. There was something particularly entrancing about this curl of silver thread set upon a sky of velvet midnight blue, so delicate, ethereal and transcendent, so primitive, elemental and solid. But One hand could form such a work; but One mind could formulate such a paradoxical wonder. Truly the skies proclaim the wonders of the Lord! The works of His hands show forth His glory.* The slender crescent moon and the ethereal wisps of rosy, gilded cloud that shortly replaced it's silver form on the eastern sky are monuments to His wisdom and love. If we but sit and look and listen, we will realize that He has hidden Himself away from us through the thinnest of gauzy veils that we may have the joy of seeking His face. He has not hidden Himself away, but walks among us every day seeking to draw us closer. He is truly an awsome God!

Psalm 19

God's glory is on tour in the skies, God-craft on exhibit across the horizon. Madame Day holds classes every morning, Professor Night lectures each evening.

Their words aren't heard, their voices aren't recorded, But their silence fills the earth: unspoken truth is spoken everywhere.

God makes a huge dome for the sun—a superdome!
The morning sun's a new husband leaping from his honeymoon bed, The daybreaking sun an athlete racing to the tape.

That's how God's Word vaults across the skies from sunrise to sunset, Melting ice, scorching deserts, warming hearts to faith.

The revelation of God is whole and pulls our lives together.
The signposts of God are clear and point out the right road.
The life-maps of God are right, showing the way to joy.
The directions of God are plain and easy on the eyes.
God's reputation is twenty-four-carat gold, with a lifetime guarantee.
The decisions of God are accurate down to the nth degree.

God's Word is better than a diamond, better than a diamond set between emeralds. You'll like it better than strawberries in spring, better than red, ripe strawberries.

There's more: God's Word warns us of danger and directs us to hidden treasure. Otherwise how will we find our way? Or know when we play the fool?
Clean the slate, God, so we can start the day fresh!
Keep me from stupid sins, from thinking I can take over your work; Then I can start this day sun-washed, scrubbed clean of the grime of sin. These are the words in my mouth; these are what I chew on and pray.
Accept them when I place them on the morning altar, O God, my Altar-Rock, God, Priest-of-My-Altar.

(from the Message)

*Psalm 19:1