I crocheted outside again on a chilly but beautiful spring day. I dug through my remaining yarn for square #166, but lately I've been running out of ideas for color combinations. Have I done the blue, green, and pink already? I want to make every square different, but I can't remember what I've done, and with a dwindling collection of hues to choose from, my creativity is waning. I finally decided on a set of colors which, though frequently used, I arranged in an order which I hoped was distinct from past squares.
The colors started to form a square in my hands, and every once in a while I looked up, marveling at how beautiful the sky was. I wanted to just stare at it and lose myself in its expanse. After last night's storm, it was a crystalline blue layered with clouds, some of which lined up in symmetrical organization and shape; others were scattered randomly. Every day, morning, noon, and night, God paints an entirely new, unique canvas in the sky. Sure, He uses the same colors, but in His infinite variety, not one is exactly the same as another. Praise God that His creativity and beauty know no limits!
Psalm 19:1 "The heavens declare the glory of God; the skies proclaim the work of his hands."
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