It’s hard to explain, but sometimes just stepping outside feels like exhaling after holding your breath all day. I’ve had moments—ordinary ones, like standing under the night sky or watching the wind stir the trees of the forest—where something deeper stirs. There’s a kind of quiet whisper in creation, something the Word of God describes as the work of His hands (Psalm 19:1). It reminds us that we are not alone, and more than that—we are deeply cared for by the Lord God who shaped it all. Nature, in its vastness and detail, reflects the invisible attributes of our Heavenly Father. The birds of the sky, the fish of the sea, the gentle rhythm of stormy winds, all declare His order, His eternal power, and yes,…