When Morning Gilds the Skies?

When the hands of Sovereign intricate patterning snatches the visible and invisible particles of the air that we breathe and creates the pattern that we see in the sunrise, what does it incline your heart to say?

As I was going to work, yesterday the sky was so beautiful. I saw a pattern that looked like a wing, but it wasn't made by the clouds. It was formed from airplane smoke lines and I was really disappointed. I felt like, who are you, Mr. Airplane to try your hand at gilding the sky pattern that I see. When the angels have taken me into their closet to visit their wings, orderly arranged to try to help me in my disorderliness, they didn't look like that! I felt obliged to revisit the season when I was getting acquainted with the sky patterns here in NC and how very close they are to heaven.

I remember so many days that I was privy to the beauty of the angel closet and where they hang their wings when they aren't flying. They were trying to teach me to order my own closet, an impossible task. So many deals they made with me to keep this and that plant alive and do the things that I need to, in priority order. Your priorities are out of whack, they often implored. Rebuked and reproved, I felt, but still implored to keep striving. Yesterday, I was just angry at the impertinence of that plane to simulate the gilding of the morning! Masterful Hands are always laboring to beautify our surroundings with the color and vibrance that we enjoy!