That husband of mine, with the glimmer in his eye, tugged on my hand and begged me to watch the skies.
It would only last one more night, he said. Only one more chance for a clear view of heaven releasing the stars to fall where they may.
Stargazing sounds romantic enough in books, but I will admit to being a stick-in-the-mud when it comes to anything that might wake the baby after I've fought tooth-and-nail to get her to sleep.
Begrudgingly, I wrapped my babe in a blanket and slipped my feet into sandals to watch the stars with my space obsessed husband.
With the blanket in the grass behind our apartment building, my head on his strong shoulder, and sleeping child on my chest, we waited for our eyes to adjust to the dark.
The irony that the eye must adjust to the dark to better see the light.
Many of those stars, he told me, are dead and gone, but because it takes so long for light to reach our eyes from space, we can still see their light from the past.
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| Perseid Meteor Shower |
One star shoots across the sky, then disappears as quickly as it appeared.
The baby wakes up.
He continues to point out constellations and speaks of the galaxies, black holes, and other wonders of the universe--and we are amazed.
I remember that quote from the Cosmos documentary. The beautiful, romantic sentiment, that we are made of starstuff. And it may ring true if you believe that we came from a cosmic explosion.
But we, we cannot fathom how anyone could see the vastness of the universe, the intricacies of the laws of nature, the beauty of the stars and not see the fingerprint of the Creator.
We ponder, under the stars, how the Infinite, in all of His glory, loves us, the finite.
I am reminded that we are not made of stardust, but of earth dust. Man-- made of the earth and formed by the very hand of God.
Man, so loved by the Father, that He would bow low to hear the whispered cry, catch the falling tear, and hold the broken hearts of mortals.
And so we stargaze. And I feel small. And I feel loved--for how could I not?-- when the Maker of the skies, the One who rides across heaven with thunder in His hand, writes His love for us in the very existence of the stars.
The Maker who finds joy in creating beauty for our enjoyment, who takes pleasure in our discovery and knowledge of His wonders, and who's love for us, His crowning glory, is so vast that he would descend into our nature.
And one day soon-- with my husband and babe-- I will stargaze again and sing to the heavens:
What glory is this!
I remember that quote from the Cosmos documentary. The beautiful, romantic sentiment, that we are made of starstuff. And it may ring true if you believe that we came from a cosmic explosion.
But we, we cannot fathom how anyone could see the vastness of the universe, the intricacies of the laws of nature, the beauty of the stars and not see the fingerprint of the Creator.
We ponder, under the stars, how the Infinite, in all of His glory, loves us, the finite.
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, the son of man that you care for him?
Psalm 8:3-4
I am reminded that we are not made of stardust, but of earth dust. Man-- made of the earth and formed by the very hand of God.
Man, so loved by the Father, that He would bow low to hear the whispered cry, catch the falling tear, and hold the broken hearts of mortals.
And so we stargaze. And I feel small. And I feel loved--for how could I not?-- when the Maker of the skies, the One who rides across heaven with thunder in His hand, writes His love for us in the very existence of the stars.
The Maker who finds joy in creating beauty for our enjoyment, who takes pleasure in our discovery and knowledge of His wonders, and who's love for us, His crowning glory, is so vast that he would descend into our nature.
And one day soon-- with my husband and babe-- I will stargaze again and sing to the heavens:
What glory is this!
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