I normally dread the full moon each month. It does mean things to little developing brains and hormones. But this week I was able to see it with new eyes and bask in the light of its beauty. I was cradling the girl wrapped in a blanket at 5:30 in the morning to head to the car. For the first time in her life, she caught sight of the full moon. Her eyes widened and she instantly jerked to sit up. She held onto my shoulder and shoved the blanket off her head to look up, to take it all in. The joy and awe on her face was indescribable. I watched her face as she stared and realized how angry I’ve been at the moon. How frustrated it makes me. It’s a gift of beauty, transition and love but during the school year, it’s a gift that I’ve looked at in disgust and frustration. But not my 15 month old. She admired the gift. She accepted it and gave it it’s rightful due. How often do I scoff at the gifts God has blessed me with? How often do I wish them away? How often do I ask for something different in the face of beauty? How can I slow down and appreciate day to day life in more meaningful ways? God help me to see like my 15 month old.
Thank the miracle-working God, His love never quits. The God whose skill formed the cosmos, His love never quits. The God who laid out earth on ocean foundations, His love never quits. The God who filled the skies with light, His love never quits. The sun to watch over the day, His love never quits. Moon and stars as guardians of the night, His love never quits. Psalm 136:4-9 (Message)
Hallelujah! Praise God from heaven, praise him from the mountaintops; Praise him, all you his angels, praise him, all you his warriors, Praise him, sun and moon, praise him, you morning stars; Praise him, high heaven, praise him, heavenly rain clouds; Praise, oh let them praise the name of God— he spoke the word, and there they were! Psalm 148: 1-5 (Message)
Dependable as the phases of the moon, inescapable as weather.” Psalm 89:37 (Message)