Here are some thoughts from the biblical books of Job and Romans:
Have you ever traveled to where snow is made, seen the vault where hail is stockpiled,
The arsenals of hail and snow that I keep in readiness for times of trouble and battle and war?
Can you find your way to where lightning is launched, or to the place from which the wind blows?
Who do you suppose carves canyons for the downpours of rain, and charts the route of thunderstorms
That bring water to unvisited fields, deserts no one ever lays eyes on,
Drenching the useless wastelands so they're carpeted with wildflowers and grass?
And who do you think is the father of rain and dew, the mother of ice and frost?
You don't for a minute imagine these marvels of weather just happen, do you?
Is there anyone around who can explain God? Anyone smart enough to tell him what to do? Anyone who has done him such a huge favor that God has to ask his advice?
Everything comes from him; Everything happens through him; Everything ends up in him. Always glory! Always praise!
Yes. Yes. Yes.
2 comments:
Winter in Maine looks like so much fun at your house. Love Nanny
Kris,
Thanks for the reminders of God's unfathomable greatness. You've renewed my wonder and awe this night.
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