No snow, but the heavens declare the glory of God

I understand that back home there has been snow chaos. I miss the anticipation of snowfall/snow days/sledging...how I open the curtains in the morning with the hope of seeing the street blanketed in white and listen intently to the list of school closures on local radio.

There's no snow here. And there's no curtains at our windows or local radio. Yet this morning there was a stunning sunrise. And I remembered the words from Psalm 19 that tell of how this spectactular sight shows people all over the world how beautiful and creative God is, how he made all this, and makes it work.

Here in the desert, where we can see the sun rise and set, and where we do feel the sun's heat, this passage has special significance.

The heavens declare the glory of God,
and the sky above proclaims his handiwork.
Day to day pours out speech,
and night to night reveals knowledge.
There is no speech, nor are there words,
whose voice is not heard.
Their voice goes out through all the earth,
and their words to the end of the world.
In them he has set a tent for the sun,
which comes out like a bridegroom leaving his chamber,
and, like a strong man, runs its course with joy.
Its rising is from the end of the heavens,
and its circuit to the end of them, and there is nothing hidden from its heat.