Most days, I crave the sky.

I’ll be sitting on the couch in the evenings, brain dead, you know, because it’s the end of the day, and we’re watching a show, and I’ll glance outside to see the softest light, slowly fading. I get this itch. I have to get out there.

So up I go and steal away out into the backyard, and I find that one big patch of sky through the trees and look up.

The sky bellows down, God-glory.  Somehow this helps me breathe in deep again and feel refreshed. I take it all in, the work of my Maker’s hands.

And sometimes I tell my husband that we need to the drive down to the lake. Because if you can get to the lake, then you can drink in so much sky. I’ve got this hunger. I need to watch the light breaking in and see the clouds shift and swirl like eddies in an ocean. And it’s good for me to observe the birds fly across that great expanse of blue.

In the mornings, when I awake, one of the first things I do is step over to the windows and draw up the shades. And if I’m able to get up before all my little hoodlums, I’ll go downstairs and pour up the coffee and sit at the table next to that big wide kitchen window and open up God’s Word–food for my soul.

There, I find.

The Lord is God, and He has made His light to shine upon us. (Psalm 118:27a)

I’m reminded anew that God is always speaking. Sometimes quiet through His written Word and sometimes loud, like shout and all I have to do is look up to see His existence written out on sky-canvas.

What about you, friend?

Can you hear what the sky is telling you today?

Look up.

Listen.

There’s a great God! A great King above all the kings!
He’s the Lord–the Maker of the heavens and earth.
Right now, He’s holding the very depths of the sea and the uttermost heights of the mountains in His hands.

Worship Him!

(Inspired by Psalm 95)