A moon burn... Tonight it's a full moon. My bedroom is so bright from the 9x6 window. The light coming in casts a shadow across the room. I walk through the house. It's midnight...Looking out all the front windows and then the windows along the back of the house, shadows are every where from the bright moonlight. The full moon is so unlike the sun where you can but cast a glance, or your eyes will need shielding from the intensity of the light. No, the full moon in all it's brightness, though its intensity somehow obscured; and I can stare up at it, look into its full, round shape, see the beauty of how perfectly symmetrical it is and how the shadows are deeper in the back of the house where the trees are thick, and the darkness is still darker. Yet the moonlight beams with brilliant light piercing through it all.
Now it has shifted and the shadows have moved. It's almost eerie in a way.
Lord of the universe, God Almighty, El Shadi, Jehovah Jireh, Jesus... Holy Spirit, what do You want to say to me at 12:15am when sleep escapes me. You're drawing me to watch this phenomenon You put into existence from the beginning that comes once a month no matter what the colossal chaos on earth among men. Like clock work, the moon goes through its guided course full, to half, to quarter, to eighth, until it's only a sliver, only to return to its robust fullness in another cycle emanating its amazing light.
I am being quieted to hear what You're trying to say to me at this hour - to hear You speak over the loud voices stealing my peace and ability to rest. I've been reviewing the events of the world, the latest tragedies local, national, and worldwide, the disastrous election process here in America... trying to manage the whirlwind of emotions vying to penetrate my heart and fill me with fear, anxiety, desperation, helplessness, perhaps even hopelessness.
As I lay gazing out my bedroom window, I hear ever so quietly the whisper, “Be still, O my soul, put your hope in God.”
The moon has moved, the shadows have drifted, and I have the assurance through nature that they will return in a month as they do year-in and year-out, because You say so.
And all without a thought from me. Not a move or an act on my part. It is totally inconsequential, quite frankly, to my existence. But yet this phenomenon continues.
Creation, even late in the night while no man gives thought in their sleep, continues to cries out, “To the glory of God, Maker of heaven and earth... He who sets our paths, put us in motion, designed our DNA to give us direction and purpose... He calls us out and sets us on high. The God who has mercy and compassion sits with the weak and lowly, feeds and provides for us without our asking... He who maintains us. We are subject to Him, yet cared for and loved by Him. Dependent on Him and here for His pleasure. We delight in Him.”
And these are creatures and creations without souls, yet so many of them comfort and delight my soul... How could this be?!
I love His creation! It's majestic, wonderful, holy, and awesome. It's for my benefit as well. How He calls my spirit and soul to rise up and walk on a night like this and behold His creation.
That's how He's chosen to quiet my spirit and give rest to my soul, so I can receive direction to put my hope in Him and realign my gaze on Him, the true light.
All that from a lunar planet reflecting from the other side of the earth the sun, which in reality reflects The Son who is the light of the world.
Thus I hear through the silence of this night and the light of the moon, them crying out, “Holy, holy, holy is the Lamb that was slain. Glory be to the Father, to the Son, and to the Holy Spirit that live now and forever, Amen.”
But the night is now over and morning is coming. I'm not ready to sleep just yet. Perhaps I'll go and read for a bit. Life is a gift isn't it? A mystery... why us, why now, why ever?
Because He says so. It's His story and I'm sticking to it..... Good Night.
Now it has shifted and the shadows have moved. It's almost eerie in a way.
Lord of the universe, God Almighty, El Shadi, Jehovah Jireh, Jesus... Holy Spirit, what do You want to say to me at 12:15am when sleep escapes me. You're drawing me to watch this phenomenon You put into existence from the beginning that comes once a month no matter what the colossal chaos on earth among men. Like clock work, the moon goes through its guided course full, to half, to quarter, to eighth, until it's only a sliver, only to return to its robust fullness in another cycle emanating its amazing light.
I am being quieted to hear what You're trying to say to me at this hour - to hear You speak over the loud voices stealing my peace and ability to rest. I've been reviewing the events of the world, the latest tragedies local, national, and worldwide, the disastrous election process here in America... trying to manage the whirlwind of emotions vying to penetrate my heart and fill me with fear, anxiety, desperation, helplessness, perhaps even hopelessness.
As I lay gazing out my bedroom window, I hear ever so quietly the whisper, “Be still, O my soul, put your hope in God.”
The moon has moved, the shadows have drifted, and I have the assurance through nature that they will return in a month as they do year-in and year-out, because You say so.
And all without a thought from me. Not a move or an act on my part. It is totally inconsequential, quite frankly, to my existence. But yet this phenomenon continues.
Creation, even late in the night while no man gives thought in their sleep, continues to cries out, “To the glory of God, Maker of heaven and earth... He who sets our paths, put us in motion, designed our DNA to give us direction and purpose... He calls us out and sets us on high. The God who has mercy and compassion sits with the weak and lowly, feeds and provides for us without our asking... He who maintains us. We are subject to Him, yet cared for and loved by Him. Dependent on Him and here for His pleasure. We delight in Him.”
And these are creatures and creations without souls, yet so many of them comfort and delight my soul... How could this be?!
I love His creation! It's majestic, wonderful, holy, and awesome. It's for my benefit as well. How He calls my spirit and soul to rise up and walk on a night like this and behold His creation.
That's how He's chosen to quiet my spirit and give rest to my soul, so I can receive direction to put my hope in Him and realign my gaze on Him, the true light.
All that from a lunar planet reflecting from the other side of the earth the sun, which in reality reflects The Son who is the light of the world.
Thus I hear through the silence of this night and the light of the moon, them crying out, “Holy, holy, holy is the Lamb that was slain. Glory be to the Father, to the Son, and to the Holy Spirit that live now and forever, Amen.”
But the night is now over and morning is coming. I'm not ready to sleep just yet. Perhaps I'll go and read for a bit. Life is a gift isn't it? A mystery... why us, why now, why ever?
Because He says so. It's His story and I'm sticking to it..... Good Night.
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