This past weekend, the family and I were at my Mom's house, which sits about 5 miles between the nearest tiny towns. Thursday night was cold, and I took our dog out right before bedtime, and looked up at the sky. The clouds were thin, the moon was huge and bright, the air was crisp- it reminded me of the best parts of living in the country.
I love the sky. Or as the psalmist puts it, the heavens. I love them when they are bright and clear, or when they are dark and stormy. The heavens are a canvas, and each day is God's fresh painting declaring His glory. David applies some personification to the sky, saying it speaks- then quickly (and poetically) declaring that they never make a sound.
Standing there in the yard, the heavens were screaming at me that this beauty was for me- and at the same time that I was small. Not in a degrading way, but in a "God is so big..." way.
Psalm 19 goes on about the beauty of the sky for a bit then does what at first seems an about face to talk about the law. But it's not- he is saying the law of God is beautiful as well. And that it conveys how big God is, while we are small.
Lastly, David prays that these thoughts be pleasing to God. If God offers us the sky as a way of communicating beauty to us, perhaps our thoughts are a painting to Him?
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