“The painted skies declare His name.”Psalm 19:1
The first time I read this verse, I cried. For real.
I was raised as a church kid through and through. I gave my life to Jesus at two-years-old, I’ve gone to church (almost) every Sunday of my life, spent 15 years in Christian school, performed in all the christmas pageants, I’ve even gone to bible camp (many times). Basically, if there were a “Church-kid qualifications” checklist, you can bet your bottom dollar I’d be crossing things off left, right, and center.
I joke, but I am truly so thankful to have been raised in this way. For as long as I can remember, I have had the truth spoken into me daily. I’ve known that there is a God who is good, and gracious, and powerful, and loves me so much.
Don’t get me wrong, I am so insanely lucky to have this be my reality. But I think that sometimes these truths can lose their weight. Kind of like when you listen to a good song. The first few times, its amazing, the greatest thing you’ve ever heard. But then after you learn the words and listen a few (thousand) times more, you get used to it. You still love it, but you don’t have the same wonder as the first time.
I’m not saying the bible is like a song (please don’t come at me, y’all). But I am saying that church-kids such as myself can sometimes get stuck in this attitude. Sometimes we know the truth, but we don’t know the truth.
But then you get these moments. These moments when it hits you. Like, really hits you. And you’re left in absolute awestruck wonder.
That’s exactly how I felt when I read this verse.
I had this moment of realization of God’s power and glory and beauty and wonder and brb I’m having another moment.
I think everyone would agree with me when I say that our universe is so beautiful.
I often look at the stars or the intricacies on an insect and wonder how people could think this was all random. This is far too great to be random. And it all points back to Him.
The painted skies declare His name.
And the God who assembled the solar system, who separated the land from the sea, who designed the pinecone, painted the butterfly’s wings, who did it all– He loves us. He knows us, and He would move all of heaven and earth to have us.
If the stars were made to worship, so will I.
All the love.