“The heavens declare the glory of God; the skies proclaim the work of His hands.”Psalm 19:1
My uncle Wayne lived alone on a hardscrabble Texas panhandle farm.—a forsaken piece of packed dirt with more tumbleweeds than trees. His ‘home’ was a tottering old shack with a rusty roof, complete with natural skylights. The front pasture, lunar-like in its geography, was punctuated with scattered pieces of tired farm equipment.
But the ‘dead broke farm,’ as my uncle called it, was also a place of alluring beauty. On cloudless nights the stars were so thick it seemed you could reach out and touch them! And the crisp mornings were a great time to catch a dazzling sun rise from the precariously tilted front porch.
Finding myself so often immersed in God’s creation, it was overwhelming to consider where I fit into it all. There wasn’t always a Bible handy, so I stammered out a prayer–my paraphrase of Psalm 8:3
“When I see Your handiwork: the sun, the moon, the stars, the earth,Regular David–me
it makes we wonder why You’d want to know me.”
Fast forward to the present.
These days, I am so ‘connected’ the only time I’m truly alone with God is when I’m asleep!
But all is not lost. Sometimes, early in the morning or late at night, I put my phone down, step outside, and listen.
“Holy, holy, is the Lord God Almighty; the whole earth is full of His glory.”Isaiah 6:3