It was a moment in time when you could only gush in praise of God. I was alone on a frozen New England lake under a flawless cerulean winter sky. It was a “me and God” moment. The summer cottages were abandoned till late spring, and I had a corner of the Berkshires all to myself. An earlier gale had swept the snow off the gray ice leaving it to collect in tidy pockets and piles, and I marveled at winter’s breathtaking beauty. The world truly sparkled as the sun was rising, turning the pockets of windblown snow into heaps of dazzling diamond crystals. I was half tempted to scoop them into a pocket and hoard them.
I found myself praising God for His infinite beauty. I was composing my own Psalm or Scripture. I knew how fortunate I was to have that moment alone with God, Maker of heaven, earth, and me. There are more than 155 passages in the Bible praising God and calling on us to praise Him, and I poured out my heart in praise.
Then, suddenly I was taken up short. I found myself asking, “Why does God need me to praise Him and His magnificence? He already knows how glorious His creation is. He made all, not just my sparkling diamond mine on the pond this morning.”
