As I look upon the rich glistening hills
And the blue sky, I gasp in awe.
Not at its beauty, but at how intricate, delicate, deliberate
And beautifully they were made.

Every hill, every shred of grass and every cloud.
I think of how I was made and I am amazed.  

If my God created all these around me
And my God created me,
How beautifully and gently did He make me? 

I rejoice and praise God,
I praise Him that He made me.
With a heart and soul to feel,
Rejoice and delight in all creation.
 
Suddenly, all my worries all feel futile,
Worries about my future, my calling, my spouse, my family, my children, my life... everything.

If God created everything on the face of this earth with such grandeur,
And He said we were the greatest creation He made...

The only creation He loved enough to die for, then how beautiful would His plans for my life be? How beautiful would my family be?
How beautiful would "this painting" (me) be, when it is completed by my painter? 

His final masterpiece.  We are His final masterpiece.  What else can we do but live in His presence all our lives and do whatever He calls us?

Since He is the author and finisher of our lives, He perfects everything He touches.  My soul cries out to my Lord, "Praise the Lord, praise the Lord forever and ever, amen."