The heavens declare His righteousness, and all the peoples see His glory.
We live in the country, and have pine trees and juniper trees. Across from us is a large field, where they raise horses. They have paints, palomino, bays, and one large horse that is very close to the color black.
One night it had rained, and when I got up the next morning, the sun was just beginning to rise. I looked out my kitchen window, and a mist had formed from the rain the night before.
The picture that God gave me that morning was so beautiful; I could not help but praise Him for the beauty that I saw.
The sun shining through the mist gave the appearance of shimmering gold. On the back of the horses, it looked like a blanket of gold had been laid across their back.
The trees stood as silent guards protecting the picture, the tips of their branches holding tiny droplets of golden liquid.
To God be the glory.