From the fall of man God said that men would have to work, and work would be a source of suffering.
But that doesn’t mean that every day is without its blessings.
Living just south of Canada, on the most random nights, a river of light parallels my drive home, silent, majestic and flowing.
This morning on the way home the Aurora Borealis was singing the glory of God.
The heavens declare the glory of God,
and the sky above proclaims his handiwork.