I step outside to collect greens for centerpieces.
It is dark and quiet.
There is a chill in the air.
I glance up.
“Oh!”
The early morning sky takes my breath away.
Stars upon stars.
A glorious sight.
I marvel at the sheer number.
I turn and turn; I can’t seem to grasp the magnitude.
Each direction is filled with the luminous, shimmering, light.
I wish I knew more of the constellations.
Stargazing in the city was quite different than the country.
I stand in awe.
It’s cold.
I need to gather greens.
I feel small.
This great sky looming before me.
I feel insignificant beneath the tapestry.
Psalm 8:3-9
When I consider your heavens, the work of your fingers, the moon and the stars, which you have set in place,
what is man that you are mindful of him, and the son of man that you care for him?
You have made them a little lower than the angels and crowned them with glory and honor.
You made them rulers over the works of your hands;
you put everything under their feet:
all flocks and herds, and the animals of the wild,the birds in the sky,
and the fish in the sea, all that swim the paths of the seas.
LORD, our Lord, how majestic is your name in all the earth!
May I always have eyes to see the beauty in this world.
I breathe deep the cold air.
I am grateful.
So very grateful for moments like these.
I can feel the very presence of the Holy Spirit.
I am thankful for:
The sheer number of stars in the early morning sky
the feelings of insignificance in such a vast universe; yet knowing we were chosen by a loving God; for a purpose,
for a reason, with a great work to do
the crisp, clean air
the hope of new day
a life lived in surrender to the King of All Kings
the way in which God reaches down and touches the ache and reminds us of who we are
the reminder that is not our home; their is more to come, Oh what a glorious hope
a warm fire, blankets, hot coffee, the Ancient word and times of quiet
faith that spurs me on; that takes all the “ME” out and teaches me to look to others
ways to serve our friends and neighbors and yes. . .even our enemies
differences; they challenge us and make us grow
a day spent with a friend running errands and drinking hot coffee
a night watching episodes and regrouping
my family and all they teach me
opportunities to share the hope of Christ around me
Life is not about “us”.
It’s about surrender to a Holy God.
It is about seeking His will.
Learning His word.
It is about being the hands and feet of Jesus to those around you.
If you’re feeling lonely or sad; hopeless or in a funk;
Get out.
Make a meal for someone.
Call a neighbor.
Bring over a gift card to a hurting family.
Write a note of encouragement to someone. (Yes. . . the lost art of writing)
We’ve got to get out of this me centeredness.
I promise you things will never be the same.
The hope of eternity and the peace given, will encourage and fill you.
Matthew 11:28
“Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest.
Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart,
and you will find rest for your souls.For my yoke is easy and my burden is light.”
