“He stretches out the north over the void and hangs the earth on nothing. He binds up the waters in his thick clouds, and the cloud is not split open under them… The pillars of heaven tremble… By his wind the heavens were made fair… Behold, these are but the outskirts of his ways, and how small a whisper do we hear of him! But the thunder of his power who can understand?” “Where were you… when the morning stars sang together and all the sons of God shouted for joy?.. Have you commanded the morning since your days began, and caused the dawn to know its place, that it might take hold of the skirts of the earth, and the wicked be shaken out of it?.. Where is the way to the dwelling of light, and where is the place of darkness, that you may take it to its territory and that you may discern the paths to its home?.. What is the way to the place where the light is distributed, or where the east wind is scattered upon the earth?.. Do you know the ordinances of the heavens?” Job 26:7-8,11,13-14; 38:4,7,12-13,19-20,24,33
“He stretches out the heavens like a curtain, and spreads them like a tent to dwell in.” Isaiah 40:22
Watching the predawn sky as color rose in its cheeks, I saw the Creator, whose glories are reflected in all He has made, blushing. Lord, teach me about Your beautiful flush.
Is it the vibrant glow of energy, a grand smudge of zeal in Your wonder-working power to orchestrate the hours and human history as they unfold? Is it the pique of awakening purpose You have ordained from eternity past, and the vigor You expend as You work to fulfill it? (Jeremiah 1:12; Ephesians 1:11)
Is it red-faced holy shame at our willful rebellion, our prurient desires and foolish choices, our ugly words and rude actions toward others You have made? Does it portend Your righteous anger at our impatience at anything in the way of our agenda, our pride and greed, which is idolatry, our dismissal of Your gracious authority and ownership of every breath and possession? (Daniel 9:5-6,8; Colossians 3:5)
Is it the irrepressible glow of affection, of uncontainable love that pulses warm and bright when You look down on Your beloved children? Your blood that was spilled for us surely flows hot and true when You watch over those You have saved and are saving.
Whatever its meaning, it is the dazzling display of Your glory, a lovely hue of Your divine countenance, pure and perfect and glowing. “The heavens declare the glory of God, and the sky above proclaims his handiwork. The heavens proclaim his righteousness, and all the peoples see his glory.” (Psalm 19:1;97:6)
Magnificent Creator, You are worthy to be pondered, and Your beauties extolled. Magnify Yourself in the way I see things and in my countenance, that I would reflect Your resplendent blush to Your world.