The heavens are telling the glory of God; and the firmament proclaims his handiwork.
Day to day pours forth speech, and night to night declares knowledge.
There is no speech, nor are there words; their voice is not heard;
yet their voice goes out through all the earth, and their words to the end of the world.
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"Look up." In a book I read recently about disaster recovery and the psychological effects that linger months and years, I was struck by the simplicity of one tool offered when we get in a funk, stuck, wading into the deeper waters of depression. Go outside and look up. Today I am worried about the people in harm's way of a hurricane in the Carolinas. I know the awful waves of rescue, recovery, rebuilding that is ahead. I am understandably more anxious about local flooding in my own area. I took my dog out in a break in the weather and looked up. Yes, sometimes when you look up you get a mouthful of rain. I looked up and it helped me to ignore the hordes of mosquitos chomping on my legs. I looked up and remembered that with the mosquitos come the dragonflies who snack on them and then ran inside away from their bites and the rain, laughing a little bit. Sometimes the heavens tell the glory of God in unexpected ways. It helps to look up and it when no words come - laughing is good.
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Holy God, Let us look up and even with a mouthful of rain, find a way to laugh especially in the face of sadness. Amen.
Deb Grant, resilient child of God, creative tinker of paper, ink, wood, shiny things, paint and words. The human amusement of a parrot and a dog.
Writer, poet, artist, human, citizen, learner, scruffy, goof.
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