Handiwork

There is nothing that inspires me more than God's own creation.
The rich blue of a clear sky on crisp and cool autumn morning
The audacious display of a flaming red bush.
The pure and majestic white of a snow capped mountain.
The lush green thatch of grass carpeting a meadow.
The warm, embracing glow that bathes a harbor as the sun sets.

Beautiful is your handiwork, O God.
It holds me breathless.
It soothes and comforts me.
It brings me joy and hope.
It helps me to understand how good you are and how much you love us.

It inspires me to know that your plans for me, your most cherished of creation, are greater and more awe-inspiring than I dare to imagine.