One of the things I love about the Skagit Valley (besides the river, the communities with personality plus and the variety of farming activities we see while driving through its flat and fertile fields) is the sky. It’s Big Sky, like they say in Montana…a wide, overarching screen upon which every kind of weather drama plays out.
Today storms were building over the Cascades to the east. Clouds also billowed up from the western horizon, echoing the shapes of the rocky knobs that jut out of Puget Sound at the edge of the delta. They almost obscured the snowy Olympics. Walking the dikes in warm sunshine, we felt very much dwarfed by the changing sky-scenes in every direction. Come enjoy the clouds:
Clouds over Mt. Three Fingers
Ps. 36:5,6, 7 Your love, O LORD, reaches to the heavens, your faithfulness to the skies. Your righteousness is like the mighty mountains, your justice like the great deep. How priceless is your unfailing love! Both high and low among men find refuge in the shadow of your wings.
Psalm 29:3 The voice of the Lord is over the waters: the God of glory thunders, the Lord thunders over the mighty waters.
This is what the Lord says—your Redeemer, who formed you in the womb: I am the Lord, who has made all things, who alone stretched out the heavens, who spread out the earth by myself…