When I was a child, I would spend what felt like hours lying in the grass of my backyard, looking up into the heavens. Sometimes my gaze went straight overhead into the deepest, endless blue. Other times I would watch the horizon, noticing how the colors softened and lightened the further I looked.
On cloud-filled days, I marveled at their speed and the way their puffy shapes seemed alive. Sometimes they would drip right down on me as rain, but I didn’t mind lying there in the wet grass. It was all God’s, and I loved being beneath His heavens, just thinking in the sunshine. As Psalm 19:1 says, “The heavens declare the glory of God; and the firmament shows His handiwork.” Even as a child, I felt that truth. 🌿
I was a solitary child much of the time, but that made it easier to spend my hours simply with God. Back then, in those early years, I was so sure He was there. I didn’t feel the need to question, as I did later when pride made me think I knew better. Jesus’ words ring deeply true: “Assuredly, I say to you, unless you are converted and become as little children, you will by no means enter the kingdom of heaven” (Matthew 18:3). 👧☀️
Looking back, I see that those quiet sky-filled hours were early lessons in faith — gentle reminders that God was near, and that His creation speaks of His presence if only we pause long enough to notice. Like the psalmist, I often found myself wondering: “When I consider Your heavens, the work of Your fingers, the moon and the stars, which You have ordained, what is man that You are mindful of him, and the son of man that You visit him?” (Psalm 8:3–4). ✨
And even now, I sometimes still like to lie in the grass — just to remember the sweetness of that childlike faith and to cherish God under His beautiful sky. 🕊️💙
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