Holy
I have spent a lot of time under the stars since Mama died.
Maybe it is the peace I find here under the quiet. All the clamoring voices of the day have surrendered to sleep and I can breathe here under the stars. Maybe it is because they remind me of God’s faithfulness — constant and burning brightly even when they are hidden from my view. They are steadfast in their resolve to hold their posts.
There is a sense of his holiness in the silence.
Thank you God for the stars and for your abiding love.
Holy.
Oh Stars
Psalm 148:3 ~”Praise him, sun and moon; praise him, all you shining stars.”