Atmospheric Infatuation

I turned off the light in my room, opened my blinds, and viewed an amazing storm. The thunder was a constant roar in the distant, fluctuating in sound occasionally, but nearly always present. The lightning was blinding, and lit up the entire sky with its jagged streaks. The wind blew, the rain sprinkled, but the most amazing sight was the active atmosphere. I don't know what started my infatuation with the sky. But lately, my appreciation for the miracles I witness there has grown to an unexpressable wonder. It connects with every aspect of my mind. In an artistic sense, I appreciate the brilliance of the contrasting colors of a sunset or the momentary lighting effects the lightning brings. Scientifically, I marvel at the way something as ordinary as the earth revolving around the sun can create such incredible scenes. Psychologically, I realize that a few moments of staring at the ever changing sky can totally change my perspective, attitude, or level of stress. But perhaps the greatest wonder of all is what I experience in a spiritual sense. I don't understand how anyone can look into the heavens and proclaim that there is no God. I know He is there. And I hope someday I may have the opportunity to see how His matchless power can create such incredible things for us to witness here on earth. I don't think anyone on earth can truly understand how I feel when I stare at the stormy sky, the breathtaking sunset, the billowing clouds behind the mountains, the billions of tiny stars in the night sky, or the snowflakes tumbling down. No one can know what feelings the sky invokes in me until they experience it themselves and can relate. May you all take a few minutes to simply stare at the sky, the formations and colors therein, and feel the Spirit as I have been able to.