The heavens declare the glory of God; the skies proclaim the work of his hands. – Psalm 19:1
There’s a little bird on the porch where I’m sitting. He is a dressed in brown and white feathers with a baseball cap of red feathers on his head. He’s only about four inches long and I watch as he hops around the porch before fluttering away.
The wet street reflects the blue sky, bright with clouds after an afternoon rainstorm. Clumps of rain clouds hover ominously all around, but the rain has already come and gone. A beautifully sunny evening awaits.
Even when the rain does pour down, the Glory of God is still proclaimed. Regardless of circumstances, emotions, and sin the sky is always above us telling us that God is still at work. He hasn’t abandoned us and He never will.