Spring Stars
I may as well call this season the season of stars. It sounds much better than the season of my grief. I just keep finding myself here in this place of quiet. There are no demands here. There is nothing to do here but breathe and pray. I feel my heart beating in the stillness and I am grateful to be here.
The stars are still shining.
These are the same stars I wept under after Mama died. I screamed, sobbed and begged into the depth of the night sky and still they beamed. I laid my head on the chest of God under these stars, grief spilling from my whole being. They never left their posts or wavered in their intensity. The stood like sentries in the darkness, ever-burning with hope.
I have a new affection for the stars. They have remained constant in a season of great uncertainty. They have spoken to me about the character of God– his faithfulness and brilliance, his great love and strength.
I suspect this won’t be the last star photograph.
Psalm 147:3,4 ~”He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds. He determines the number of the stars and calls them each by name.”