glory

Looking at the ever changing splendor of the skies, I am struck by the excess of beauty that God has given us to enjoy. Why are the sunsets, sunrises, storms, and everyday skies so beautiful? I am fairly attuned to the glory of a day’s sky. But I miss so much. I am in a building or have my eyes on the road. In a second the picture has changed, and no one looked at it. The excess borders on waste. And this is one planet, one speck in a ridiculously vast physical creation. It’s all too glorious for me to comprehend, and it’s full of praise.