By Jenny Fulton

“The heavens declare the glory of God and the skies proclaim the work of His hands” (Psalms 19:1, NIV).

I absolutely love the Kansas sky!

When I was growing up, I would often walk one small block west to the edge of my street. In our little farming community, this street ended at the edge of town, which meant it ran right up to a large field.

This was one of my favorite places, especially at sunset. I’d gaze out across the land that seemed to stretch on forever until it met the next town eight miles away. On especially clear days, I could see the town’s grain elevators and their Catholic church as they rose above the flowing green fields.

As beautiful as the land was, it wasn’t the best part.

The best part was far and away the sky.

It looked so vast, so immensely eternal. It rose above me higher than I could ever hope to reach, and yet, at the same time, came lovingly down to my level where it enfolded me in a cocoon of peace and joy. How could something look so far away and feel so close at the same time? As I stood there and gazed at the scene before me, everything else disappeared. Had the day been a good one? That happiness grew and expanded to joy. Had the day been less than stellar? It wasn’t anymore. Any unpleasant memories faded away. All that remained as I immersed myself in the beauty of the land and sky was hope and joy.   

I learned a lot about God in those times. I learned that as great and eternal and beyond our comprehension as He seems, He’s also incredibly close. I learned that when we join ourselves to who He is, all of our troubles lose their hold. Our perspective changes. Somehow, even though our problems still exist, they now appear small and insignificant in the light of His goodness.

Through looking up at the sky, I learned other things about God as well.

I would watch thunderstorms roll in across the western plains and marvel at their power and beauty.

A sunset would turn my thoughts to God’s artistic delight in creating so many colors. The sky became an artist’s canvas and my soul would delight in the display.

Puffy clouds spoke of a playfulness as they morphed into one fun shape after another.

Cloudless skies covered the land in a blanket of peace and calm.    

Since those days at my childhood home, I’ve been incredibly blessed to behold other wonders of God’s creation.

I’ve seen the highest mountains stretch forth their strength into the sky, seen a myriad of colors and life flow beneath the waves of the sea.

I’ve watched eagles soar freely upon the open air and beheld the teamwork of whales at feeding time.

I’ve stood at the base of some powerful waterfalls and swam in the perfectly serene pool at the foot of a calmer one.

I’ve hiked through verdant forests and stood amid fields of wildflowers.

In each of these moments, my soul has been overwhelmed, completely saturated with the truth, power, beauty, and goodness of God.

Romans 1:20 bears witness to the fact that God can been seen and known in that which He created. “For since the creation of the world His invisible attributes, His eternal power and divine nature, have been clearly seen, being understood through what has been made…” (NASB).

What About You?

Where have you seen evidence of God in creation? How did the sight of it affect you? What did you learn about Him? I’d love to hear your testimonies of times when you’ve seen and learned something about God through that which He created.