Sunday, September 19, 2010

The Sky Is His Canvas

As I watched the sunset over the bay one evening, the picture being painted reminded me of broad, light~filled brush strokes.
I had this image in my mind of our Heavenly Father taking His hand and just sweeping it across the sky with the result being these seemingly random, but brilliant brush strokes.
The sky is truly God's canvas and He paints a new and brilliantly different work of art each evening. 
There are great masterpieces by great artists hanging in museums world wide, but not even any one of those can compare to the perfect work of the Master and Creator of all.

Bless the Lord, O my soul: O Lord my God, thou art exceedingly great. Thou hast put on praise and beauty:  And art clothed with light as with a garment. Who stretchest out the heaven like a pavilion...May the glory of the Lord endure for ever... the Lord shall rejoice in his works...  I will sing to the Lord as long as I live: I will sing praise to my God while I have my being... but I will take delight in the Lord. O my soul, bless thou the Lord
~from Psalm 104


Colleen said...

Yes! Bless the Lord! Thanks for a beautiful reflection and prayer! And for sharing the fruits of your retreat with us!

Victor S E Moubarak said...


Thanx Karinann for the meditation and prayer ... and the pictures too.

Welcome back.

God bless.

Michael said...

I often have those same thoughts when I see a breathtaking sunset or sky. The sad truth is, I miss half of what the Lord paints in front of me. I'm too busy caught up in my own little world.

Thanks for reminding me to stop and smell the roses! And for sharing those great pictures!

God Bless!

Closing Prayer

Psalm 45: Canticle of Love to the King

My heart overflows with a good theme;
I address my verses to the King;
My tongue is the pen of a ready writer.
You are fairer than the sons of men;
Grace is poured upon Your lips;
Therefore God has blessed You forever.

Gird Your sword on Your thigh, O Mighty One,
In Your splendor and Your majesty!
And in Your majesty ride on victoriously,
For the cause of truth and meekness and righteousness;
Let Your right hand teach You awesome things.
Your arrows are sharp;
The peoples fall under You;
Your arrows are in the heart of the King’s enemies.

Your throne, O God, is forever and ever;
A scepter of uprightness is the scepter of Your kingdom.
You have loved righteousness and hated wickedness;
Therefore God, Your God, has anointed You
With the oil of joy above Your fellows.
All Your garments are fragrant with myrrh and aloes and cassia;
Out of ivory palaces stringed instruments have made You glad.
Kings’ daughters are among Your noble ladies;
At Your right hand stands the queen in gold from Ophir.