I woke up about an hour ago and looked out my window. There was a bright star just calling my name, “Amy, come out and stare at me.” So I went.
As I was sitting on my backyard deck just spending time admiring the night sky, my heart so wanted God to show Himself to me in some profound way. As I sat there, under the huge velvety darkness I waited and waited in eager expectation for a falling star, or a strange light to light up the sky, or for the scenery to shift and then shift back in some amazing time warp loop. As I watched the same stars that the ancients saw, I waited and waited for this all-powerful God to come to me in some wonderfully glorious way and take my heart and put it in my throat in some vast divine splendorous showing…
…and then these words came to mind…
“He determines the number of the stars and calls them each by name.”
My mind and heart were taken back to the beginning of time as I imagined what it must have been like 6,000 years ago when Christ set each star in place. I recalled seeing a planetarium exhibit in which the stars are light years apart from each other. My mind could not grasp the profound fact that the same hands that placed the stars in the sky were also the very same hands that were nailed to a cross for me.
The Holy Spirit spoke to me and said, “Oh, Amy, if you could only see and know as you are seen and known. If you could only see the fullness of how I am revealing Myself to you even now. One day you will see. One day you will know.”
I was astounded as I stared at the stars. The night time sky is so simple and yet so profound.
Jesus, Oh, how my heart yearns within me! Maranatha! Come Lord Jesus!