On certain occasions with cousins and on my own, I have gone specifically to wait for a sunset. Sometimes when I am not looking, I am surprised by the heavens. A few days ago I tried to capture the beautiful sunrise that I was enjoying. My photo is less than spectacular. I needed to wait until I could pull off the highway for a quick snap. All the while, the sunrise did turn my heart towards the glory of God.
The heavens declare the glory of God;
the skies proclaim the work of his hands.
Day after day they pour forth speech;
night after night they display knowledge.
There is no speech or language
where their voice is not heard.
Their voice goes out into all the earth,
their words to the ends of the world.
Psalm 19: 1-4
I was also reminded of one of my favorite quotes by G K Chesterton.
It is possible that God says every morning, “Do it again” to the sun; and every evening, “Do it again” to the moon. It may not be automatic necessity that makes all daisies alike; it may be that God makes every daisy separately, but has never got tired of making them. It may be that He has the eternal appetite of infancy; for we have sinned and grown old, and our Father is younger than we. The repetition in Nature may not be a mere recurrence; it may be a theatrical encore.