"If God can welcome the day with such a beautiful sunrise, then imagine what heaven must look like Mom." So true....
The heavens declare the glory of God;
the skies proclaim the work of his hands.
Day after day they pour forth speech;
night after night they reveal knowledge.
They have no speech, they use no
words; no sound is heard from them.
Although my photo doesn't reflect the true range of colors or beauty, the memory of our conversation is etched on my heart. Just as we can't imagine the glorious beauty of heaven, neither can our minds grasp the how, why, and whens of God.
Instead of wasting time asking questions, we choose to embrace life and spend it living for Him in all our thoughts, words, and actions. We might always be successful but our heart-tude is in the right place.
Yet their voice goes out into all the earth,
their words to the ends of the world.
In the heavens God has pitched a tent for the sun.
It is like a bridegroom coming out of his chamber,
like a champion rejoicing to run his course.
It rises at one end of the
heavens and makes its circuit to the other;
nothing is deprived of its warmth.