"When I consider thy heavens, the work of thy fingers ... What is man, that thou art mindful of him?"Psalm 8:3-4 KJV
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Today is a special day. It's a beautiful day. It's a perfect day. It is the day that God has made. The night broke into dawn. The birds are chirping in the trees, in a short while they'll flock by the dozens to the feeders and the air will be full of life. The wonderful scent of roses in full bloom is like perfume rising from the earth. Life, precious life.
The simplest, smallest wonder of nature is by far more beautiful than anything man could ever come up with. Have you ever wished you could change the color of a wild flower or it's leaves to make it better? the plumage of a wild bird? the shape of a cloud? the number of petals on a daisy? the pattern on a butterfly's wings? the stripes of a tiger? the spots on a giraffe or dots on a lady bug? the length of the arms of a starfish or of the legs of a crab? They are perfect.
Awesome, perfect, nature is perfect, the handy work of God the Creator.
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