This phrase has been rolling around in my brain since I heard it in a sermon yesterday. It's a reference to Romans 1, how all of creation screams God's existence. My happiest days are days when I am aware of this, that the sky and the ground and the air in my lungs and those two fuzzy dogs we got on a whim before we had kids and were really stupid and these two beautiful, messy babies that somehow call me "mom" -- they are all snapshots of glory. Tangible, overwhelming evidence that God exists. I am happy to fill my Instagram squares with this evidence, happy to fill up my Dropbox storage with it, happy to remember that even humdrum days are glorious because there is a big God and He gives good gifts. May we all pay better attention.