As I was looking up at the beautiful cloud shapes with the four-year old, I thought about Job's words:
God spreads out the nothern skies over empty space.
He suspends the earth over nothing.
He marks out the horizon on the face of the waters
for a boundary between light and darkness...
and these are but the outer fringe of His works.
How faint the whisper we hear of Him!
Who then can understand the thunder of His power?
Job 26:7,10,14 NIV