I might have an obsession with the sky.
I hate headlights during night driving because they put a barrier between me and the stars.
I pause in awe of the double rainbows after a storm.
I see a purple sunset and all I want to do is look up forever.
I spent days of my childhood recording the pictures I saw in the clouds.
I might have an obsession with the sky. And, as a manifestation of the LORD’s glory, I’m okay with that.