It was early, but not too early for an ohmygosh moment.
This morning, just after , I stepped outside with Willy, my recovering-from-surgery dog. (He’s such a sweetie). Anyway, once he’d finished what he went out there for, I happened to look up….a deep sigh for the day(s) ahead and an unpleasant, impending event.
And there it was.
In a clear, midnight-blue sky…before sunlight, before the rush of the day…a single star burning bright as anything and refusing to give up its light.
A burning reminder that the One who set that particular star in place so long ago and then held it there, suspended by the very breath of Him even to this day, so high up yet so seemingly close I could almost reach out and touch it…fashioned my heart with the same hands. From something so magnificent for all the world to see clear down to something so minute and small as MY heart, MY life, MY cares and concerns. He – the God of wonders - created it all.
Instead of feeling really small compared to the star, I suddenly felt just as big and just as important standing there with my sweet dog on a leash in the clear, cool of a fresh new morning.
And I wanted to shout right there next to the chicken coop in my pajamas and morning hair, “That’s MY God! That’s what MY God can do!” He alone takes us low and small and broken and holds us up as His dearly loved children and makes us new and promises unconditional love and redemption and grace and salvation and space reserved just for us in His house with many rooms (John 14:2) and He makes us shine like those stars for Him!
He alone makes all things new.
It’s never too early…nor too late…for an ohmygosh moment.
Sometimes, we simply have to look up.
Many, LORD my God, are the wonders you have done, the things you planned for us. None can compare with you; were I to speak and tell of your deeds, they would be too many to declare.