There’s something.
So something…about looking at the stars.
…as if it’s not because I choose to…but that it commands me.
So often throughout the day….i decide to keep moving because there’s a motor.
..so many.
Everyone’s in this machine.
But tonight. . It stopped.
Or…more like, I was reminded what it’s all for.
And these moments. I always pray for them. And they help me here on earth.
It’s only in vain when it’s for the glory of myself or someone else.
We can’t paint the stars and keep them going….let alone our own bodies…
These toys…these things we tamper and tinker with thinking we really are making and moving.
But then I look up.
Up.
And it reaches in.
So deep.
God’s moving the stars.
My cells.
His work is not in vain. His love for me. Not in vain.
There’s a deep longing. And looking at the stars only reminds me.
God longed for me first.
And then I can’t move anywhere else. But to Him.
it's as if His love commands it.
(oh) i just discovered this page of glory writings. and now i wish to discover this everyday.
ReplyDeletei know what you mean.....about the stars....about the machine....
as much as a person can know another's meaning.
and even under this grayswept sky of the northwest, i remember the stars now, and what they do. and who gives them.