Staring out the window, I can't help but think of God's majesty.
My gaze glazes over as I stare at miles of cornfields. We pass patches of wildflowers and I smile. Pink flowers with dark centers try to hide behind tall purple "weeds", but fail.
Without a doubt, this is God's creation. Sometimes His name is shouted by roaring winds, and other times it is whispered in a soft breeze. The birds sing His praises, and if humans didn't, the rocks would.
Every piece of His world declares that He is King. As I look up at the powder blue sky, I have to agree that there is no one greater than Him.
"All the earth bows down to You; they sing praise to You; they sing praise to Your name." -Psalm 66:4
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