The hot “almost summer” sun falls low in the sky. A brilliant sunset blazes in the west and slowly gives way to the darkness. The air is cool and the evening is quiet–or is it? I peer into the darkness and see the twinkle of hundreds of tiny lights as they buzz and blink in my front yard. The cricket choristers and the tiny peepers raise their evening songs of praise to the Almighty God. The Bible says that if we fail to praise God then even the rocks will cry out in praise to Him. The praise symphony of the tiny night creatures humbles me. Oh Lord, let me never cease to lift my voice in praise to You. Amen.