“What are you thinking about?” he asked.
“The stars,” I muttered back, barely hearing him.
We were driving, cities only a memory as I sat there with a locked gaze on the sky above me. I’d forgotten how bright they shine. I was struck particularly by the two that shone especially bright, which I later discovered to be planets: Venus and Jupiter. I saw Orion and remembered how Scorpio wasn’t far behind, wildly chasing the warrior.
I got lost- just for a moment. In all the wonder above me, this brightness. “Look at the stars, don’t they remind you of how feeble we are.” It’s a line from a John Mayer song and it played over and over again in my mind. I certainly felt feeble in that moment.
And suddenly my discouraged heart felt lifted. There is Someone who formed the stars in his hands like play-doh; rolled them up and said, “You, shine there.” He dreamed up planets and then they existed.
He holds the stars in his hands, surely he holds my future too. Surely He’ll provide, surely He’ll have mercy, surely as the moon shines nightly.