I love this time of evening: Twilight, when the world is swathed in golden light. The red in the trees shines brighter. The street lights are beginning to come on, promising once again to watch over our campus like the stars do the night sky. The clouds in the sky are painted pastel blue and gray with streaks of brilliant gold running through it, water over rocks cascading down a mountain.
Breathtaking.
He numbers the stars one by one, calling each forth at the right time.
How great Thou art!
How great Thou art.
When I see this, when I walk past the laundry room and breathe in freshness, new beginnings, and hope, when I feel this way, I realize that You, You are God and You are greater than anything I can imagine. You know me, love me, and call me according to Your purpose. Yet You give me a choice. You have a plan, but You let me make decisions. You direct my steps. You hold me hand, a Father helping His child walk for the first time.
How great Thou art.
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