Darkness, stars and who am I?

Pitch black wasn’t really the description. I could easily see lights across the lake. The faint glimmer of solar lights still hanging on the dock were like tea lights. Looking up I could see the stars- like Christmas lights scattered across the sky. I stood in the silence and listened to my thoughts. Who am I? The stars so far away, the patterns they have created across the sky that I still remember from 6th grade. Orion’s Belt, the Big Dipper and many bright stars that I know now are satellites. The beauty of the dark. I stand at the dock and if it were not so cold I would have stood much longer. The dog reminded me that he is done with his ritual and we can go back in. I, however, will never get weary of the beauty of darkness and stars. I marvel at their dancing across the ceiling of heaven. I wonder how I could be so blessed as to have eyes to see them and a mind to ask how they are designed. I watch them as they dance across the sky. And for me- God puts on a show just for me. No one else seems to be out by their dock watching the sky show. Then I am reminded of a few years ago while in Africa looking up at the sky and seeing the moon. That same moon that would be visible in Minnesota later that day. What a God to give us the beauty of things so remarkable that can only be seen in the night skies. What a God!