14 Then God said, "Let there be lights in the expanse of the heavens to separate the day from the night, and let them be for signs, and for seasons, and for days and years; 15 and let them be for lights in the expanse of the heavens to give light on the earth"; and it was so. 16 And God made the two great lights, the greater light to govern the day, and the lesser light to govern the night; He made the stars also. 17 And God placed them in the expanse of the heavens to give light on the earth, 18 and to govern the day and the night, and to separate the light from the darkness; and God saw that it was good.
Gen 1:14-18 (NASB77)
I love You Elohim. Creator of all I see, and don’t see, for the universe is vast and who can see its farthest corner but You, O glorious King. You stroll the pathway lit by stars, by Your hand they stay on course. Your very word caused the moon to glow and the sun to burst forth in bold light.
Your eyes see the ocean depths places yet unseen by human eyes. Nothing is hid from You. You speak and the ocean roars, its foam rising up in endless praise to the One Who gave it life.
O who am I that You who created the great expanse of the universe, would think of me before I took a breath. You wove me together in secret, and before anyone else was aware of me, You knew my name. The hands that formed the Milky Way, formed me. You saw all my days, and wrote them in Your book. You knew all my wanderings and even so, You called me and drew me back into Your glorious Presence. You chose me. You called me. You saved me. You restored me. You grow me. You provide for me. You love me.
There is something to be said about the glory of God and the heavens are busy declaring it. Shhhh…O heart, do you hear it? The day speaks wordless declarations of the One who gave its light. The King. Elohim. The night softly shares what it knows of mighty God as the world slumbers in its shadows. O soul, do you hear it? Even in dreams the stars and the moon are covering you with words about grace. Be still. Be still. Lean in and hear. Creation is speaking. It cannot be silent, yet not a word does it utter, and yet it continuously speaks of Him. Declaring God’s glory. God’s truth. God’s righteousness. God’s love.
O fall to your knees. Heart bow down and worship. His name is Elohim!
O how wonderful. How majestic are You my King. Creator. Elohim.
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