The Glory of God

Sometimes I get so caught up in my own little world, my own pain, my own questions and doubts and fears that I lose sight that God is ruler over all the earth. When he stretches beauty like a canvas across the cold January sky, I look up and remember who created me, who stretched out the heavens, who is really in charge, and my heart can rest for that moment in wonder.

"Holy,
   Holy,
     Holy is the LORD of hosts.

The whole earth is full of his glory!"
Isaiah 6:3