I love to paint. When I was a child way back in the twentieth century, my grandmother gave me a dozen oil-painting lessons, and so I have been to heaven at least a dozen times. (Heaven smells like turpentine.) I’ve continued my amatuer dabbling over the years on a rather limited basis, but when I look at sunsets, I long to pull my brushes out and get a little paint in my hair. God’s an artist, too, and His work is on display each day in the skies above you:
God loves you. Anyone who would paint you masterpieces like these every single day loves you very much. Stop, and look, and rejoice evermore.
*photography by rodalena