The Painted Sky

Have you ever just stopped in your tracks to look up at the sky? I did on Tuesday and as I felt the cool breeze against my skin, I couldn't help but smile and feel like laughing. God is incredible. We often wonder why God is so silent and we often think Where is He as we walk through life. I came to the conclusion the other day that you can experience God's amazing love just by looking at the sky. I stood on the roof of my school (yes I'm allowed to be up there) and just looked up at the sky. It was painted so beautifully, almost like God dipped his fingers in white paint and just dabbed all along his blue paper. The sky seriously looked like fingerpainting, and the sky was just the prettiest shade of blue. I couldn't help but thank God for the sky.
Everyday you can look at the sky and see a new creation, a new painting God created, a new beginning. And it makes me think about how much work He puts into it, just to make each new sky unique. It makes me think about how he makes each of us unique. Even sets of twins, who may look identical, God still took the time to arrange their fingerprints differently, to give them their own uniqueness. When I think about how creative the sky is, I think about God's creativity when creating us. God is the ultimate Painter, the ultimate Novelist, or Poet. He spoke life into being, and it's just so incredible to hear His whisper through the breeze that blows by me, as I stare up at the created sky and the painted clouds.
Anyway, something to think about
CHRISSY