I guess it's because I grew up in the country, but nature always inspires me to remember God's power and love.
I go out every morning to take care of my chickens. I 've gotten into the habit of looking west at the sky every morning when I walk around the end of the house, then east as I go around our tractor shed. Every morning, no matter what the weather, both views are beautiful.
Some mornings the sky is blue and inspiring. Other days it is dark and foreboding. God's greatness comes through to me in both instances. This morning it was both.
Clouds were coming in but there was a ray of sunshine coming through on the barn and field in the background. The water is from a wet weather spring that is usually about a foot wide, but with the snow melt running off it's become more of a creek. There were robins and sparrows in the trees, singing their hearts out, and more birds all around competing for attention.
On my way to work I saw a gang of wild turkeys, a huge gaggle of wild geese, and more birds everywhere. A mix of clouds and sun, a few sprinkles of rain. Blue sky and gray.
All of this shows me God's handiwork. And makes me grateful that I have a home where I'm surrounded by it all.