Psalm 19 says:
The heavens declare the glory of God; the skies proclaim the work of his hands. Day after day they pour forth speech; night after night they display knowledge. They have no speech, they use no words; no sound is heard from them. Yet their voice goes out into all the earth, their words to the end of the world.
May my child look up today and see the beauty in the sky, in the clouds or rays of sun, in the sunset or stars, and think of you, their creator. May the things around her point her to you and not be missed as something common.
May she see your glory in it and give you glory because of it.
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