TITLE: The Heavens Declare The Glory Of God 10/3/2016
By Tonya Stevenson
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The Heavens Declare the Glory of God
By: Tonya Stevenson
It is dark before I get out to bring in my milk cow for the calf to suck. Ellie is notorious to hide, especially in the dark. I am trotting around the pasture bareback on a fidgety, blue roan mare that I haven’t ridden bareback a lot, straining to identify dark shapes in a black pasture.
Unable to dodge the spray from the pivot heads we take a cool soaking crossing under. Not spotting anything at the reservoir, I turn toward the northeast corner. I think I see the dark forms of the cows, but as I ride nearer, the whinnying and pounding of hooves make it obvious it is the horses, instead. My mare gets a little antsy and I pull her off to the side, so as not to chase after the herd.
Wondering where those cows could be, I circle back toward the barn, and endure another cool drenching from the pivot. Suddenly I spy dark shapes, not far from where I had started. Wandering through the herd, I select the lightest colored one, and head her to the barn.
After putting my horse up, I go back to turn the calf in on the cow only to discover no calf in the shed or pen. I had let her out of the shed so she could run around, apparently she had escaped.
“Well,” I think, "I’ll never find and bring in that black calf in the dark.” Then I hear a bawl and two figures emerge from the dark, a yearling and a calf. “Thanks, Lord.” I halter my cow, open the gate, and drive the calf in, cutting off the yearling.
In the quiet of the evening as I wait for the calf to finish her dinner, I look up into a serene night sky full of brilliant stars. Almost directly above me is the Big Dipper, with a nearly half moon to the west. As I gaze around the panorama in the south-east the sky is ripped by continuous lightning bolts illuminating heavy clouds. It's a spectacular violent display, instantaneous jagged strike after jagged strike. In the north-east, a similar but lesser storm pops. Too far away to hear their thunder, thus it gives more the impression of a majestic fireworks show. While my two thirds of the sky remains a beautiful quiet night. I marvel at the unique sight before me, and praise God for the ever-changing beauty of his creation.
As I watch, I think of our world, so rocked by hate and violence. Yet in Christ, we can know that peace that passes understanding, still marvel, and be thankful for a thousand simple blessing every day. We can rest in His finished work on our behalf for all eternity.
Yes, I am blessed tonight as, “The heavens declare the glory of God and the sky above proclaims his handiwork.” Psalm 19:1
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