Night Light

It’s always fascinated me, how the moon has this pull that moves water here on earth.
From over 200,000 miles away it tugs not only on the tides, but on this heart of mine…

It’s one of those things I know is always there. Even on the darkest night.
Somehow it reminds me of what means so much more: He is always there. Even on the darkest night.

And many nights are just that—dark. But over and over throughout the months and years there are bright nights when I stand outside on the hilltop, eyes fixed on the horizon, the rising. Just this week I watched it again—the round fullness, bursting and bulging with its borrowed light, refueling my faith.

The moon—this mass of dust that reflects, this sphere that lightens our land with the sun’s glory and never its own… it is evidence that the sun is shining on the other side.

Maybe we could say it too? Even on the dark nights? Us, these lumps of clay glowing with His light…

The Son is shining—always shining—welcoming us into His brightness.

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O LORD, our Lord,
How excellent
is Your name in all the earth,
Who have set Your glory above the heavens!

When I consider Your heavens, the work of Your fingers,
The moon and the stars, which You have ordained,
What is man that You are mindful of him,
And the son of man that You visit him?
For You have made him a little lower than the angels,
And You have crowned him with glory and honor.

Psalm 8:1, 3-5

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