I noticed a strange warm light outside my window last evening. I grabbed my camera and went out on the deck at the back of the house to check out the sky. Sometimes, on rainy days in the valley, the clouds on the horizon lift moments before sunset and allow golden light to break through. I’m glad I took the time to look. It only lasted a few minutes but the last bit of sun caught a cloud just before it dropped another shower of pine and flower-scented rain. God’s grand finale in his theater of glory on a warm Sunday evening.
I went back to my office after it started to fade and saw out the window that yet another rainbow had formed to the south.
I followed it outside. The fine misty rain felt so refreshing I stood on the sidewalk, face to the sky and thanked God for more wonderful visuals of his glory.
The heavens proclaim the glory of God.
The skies display his craftsmanship.
Day after day they continue to speak;
night after night they make him known.
They speak without a sound or word;
their voice is never heard.
Yet their message has gone throughout the earth,
and their words to all the world.