The heavens are telling the glory of God . . .

It’s a bird, it’s a plane, it’s . . .

You may remember that as part of the weekly introduction to the Superman episodes of the 50’s.

The heavenly scene above changes daily, cloud-formed faces, dark skies forecasting ominous weather predictions. But when I look up on a blue sky day, I am as excited as that announcer was about Superman’s appearance.

While walking yesterday, I watched the vapors of two planes intersect each other and form a perfect cross. I held my breath as the mist of one plane brushed white across the middle of another plane’s vapor below it. I wanted to raise my hands in praise, drop to my knees in gratefulness– or run and jump.

We live near an international airport, and often this scene is played out above me many times a day. Yesterday was no exception; I counted more than ten crosses in the sky at one time.

I know David is expressing praise to God for His glorious creation in Psalm 19:1. The beauty of a sunrise or sunset, of a moon flooded night with a myriad of stars shouts to David of God’s magnificence.

I wonder what the psalmist would write today when he saw crosses in the sky. Crosses that symbolize God’s love for every human being-crosses that show the Lord’s ultimate greatness.

Some sky-painted crosses are penciled in clear white lines-colored against the sky blue and they fade quickly; often there are remnants of older paintings-soft and fluffy- lingering as if to give more time for the world below to notice. Sometimes the brush crisscrosses –drawing multiple crosses on blue canvas. And then, at times, there is one lone cross.

This paintbrush of vapors is a megaphone; it is a message to the world shouting of God’s love and grace. When there are several crosses filling the sky above me, I realize again something of His great heart, expressing love for every nation, every people group–for all those we know and love.

From a single cross I hear a tender whisper–just for me’ “for God so loved you, Barb, that He gave . . .” I enjoy this gentle reminder every day, but especially at Easter time, of this massive love display air brushed in the sky.

Look up today on your journey-there is a love message just for you and the world.

About oct17

The little girl in me loves bird watching, butterflies, sunrises, sunsets, walks in the rain; the adult I am enjoys the same. I sense God's awesomeness in all of life--what wonder there is in slicing a leek or cutting open a pomegranate. I have many favorite things--a formation of Canadian geese flying overhead, the giggles of my grand daughters, the first ripe watermelon in summer, snowflakes on my face--these gifts from my heavenly Father delight me continually.
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2 Responses to The heavens are telling the glory of God . . .

  1. Glenda Ferguson says:

    1.. Barb, So beautiful. I too love to looke at the sky and see what God says to me. I love it when it storms. Oh, I respect the lightning and thunder, but it amazes me and I just say to the Lord, thank you, one thing man has never been able to change. Thanks for sharing your beautiful thoughts of praise to our precious Lord. Love and prayers, Glenda 1 Cross 3 nails = 4 given


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