The heavens declare the glory of God;
And the firmament shows His handiwork.
There is something so beautiful about a star filled sky. I’ve pushed my bed against the wall, where at night I can look up into it at night. It makes me smile. When I see them, I think there is no way something so grand, so majestic, so perfectly formed could be brought about by random chance happenings out of nothing. They declare Him and His glory.
I know we live in a fallen world, with pain and thorns and death, where nothing gets better. But even so, you can still see His glory through it. It’s like a picture faded with time. It is not at all like the real place, but you can still see what it is, and who is in it. In creation we can see the work of God.
Praise the LORD!
Praise the LORD from the heavens;
Praise Him in the heights!
Praise Him, all His angels;
Praise Him, all His hosts!
Praise Him, sun and moon;
Praise Him, all you stars of light!
Praise Him, you heavens of heavens,
And you waters above the heavens!