A perfectly round orange ball, peeking over the Texas pines, climbing majestically through puffs of blues, pinks and pale, pale grays. Splendor in the sky, you might say. A masterpiece by the Master, painted fresh with me in mind.
How blessed I am that the Artist thinks of me.
"The heavens declare the glory of God;
and the firmament sheweth his handywork," Psalm 19:1.