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.