The heavens declare the glory of God,and the sky above proclaims his handiwork. 

Day to day pours out speech,and night to night reveals knowledge. 

There is no speech, nor are there words,whose voice is not heard. 

Their voice goes out through all the earth,and their words to the end of the world.

In them he has set a tent for the sun,     which comes out like a bridegroom leaving his chamber,and, like a strong man, runs its course with joy. 

Its rising is from the end of the heavens,and its circuit to the end of them,and there is nothing hidden from its heat.

Ps.19.1-6

 One of my daughters took this morning’s sunrise…

The intricacies of the inside of a larkspur flower, the sunflowers tracking the sun, the other sitting in an sunbeam…a minute piece of God’s handiwork .

Thank YOU…

He’s everything to me…

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dMVmJjbjh0w