Watching Clouds

"He makes the clouds his chariot and rides on the wings of the wind. He makes winds his messengers, flames of fire his servants." ~David

Yesterday I sat in the hot tub and watched the wisps of clouds lazily feather across the blue sky. Slowly, they took different shapes. Sometimes mimicking the treeline and appearing as white flames above the bowed tips of the hemlocks. Other times swirled around an unseen current to leave a heart of sky blue before slowly continuing on their path to the mountains. Giant angel wings flying to the peaks of the Cascades. Cotton balls skiting past higher up with the sun dancing off them with brilliant colors and softening effect. David's Psalm came to mind.

David spent a lot of time watching the sky. I imagine him as a boy laying in the grass while shepherding his father's sheep. Staring up at the clouds he made out chariots and horses. His imagination allowed him to envision God riding on the wings of the wind.  I'm certain his heart burst with songs of praise for the creator. The Psalms pulsate with the rhythms of nature. I wonder how often he returned to those times of peaceful contemplation during the turbulent times of his reign.

"Praise the Lord, O my soul." ~ David