Sometimes the majesty of God is grand and overwhelming; sometimes His majesty is best expressed in a whisper. As I drove to work this morning, a thin layer of fog veiled the nearby foothills. The hills and the trees were a dark silhouette against the blue sky; the sun was just starting to make its way over the clouds. This was not a wonder of the world, not the Grand Canyon, not a mountain top view. Those hills were quite the opposite: small, humble... but no less beautiful. The Lord's handiwork glows just as much in the smaller things as it does the larger things.
Mountains and hills, bless the Lord! (Daniel 3:75)
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