He gives snow like wool;
he scatters frost like ashes.
He hurls down hail like crumbs—
who can stand before his cold?
He sends out his word, and melts them;
he makes his wind blow, and the waters flow.
He declares his word to Jacob,
his statutes and ordinances to Israel.
I perceive God in nature.
In natural beauty, diversity, creativity, power, and mystery there is a clue of the divine.
As my children reflect something of me, nature reflects something of its Creator.
God transcends my perception and understanding, yet is present and palpable all the same.
Transcendence and immanence persist in shared time and place, perpetual paradox and assurance.
Psalm 147
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