Praise the LORD.
Praise the LORD from the heavens,
praise him in the heights above.
Praise him, all his angels,
praise him, all his heavenly hosts.
Praise him, sun and moon,
praise him, all you shining stars.
Praise him, you highest heavens
and you waters above the skies.
The weather has consistently served up clouds and rain since I arrived in Trout Lake (which, I found out yesterday, is actually more of a pond). I’m OK with clouds and rain, especially since we’re spending 99% of our time inside, although I would like to see Mt. Adams. I hear it’s right around here somewhere, but we only got a quick glimpse of it on our drive in and since then clouds have obscured everything. Last night I decided to go for a walk, rain and all. A couple of other women came with me. We bundled up in our GoreTex and started off down 141, chatting, until I looked upwards and was rewarded with a view of a clear stretch of sky, unpolluted with light, stars glittering brightly.
I had forgotten what stars look like outside of cities. I had forgotten how many there are, all the dimmer stars that you can’t see when it’s too bright. I had forgotten the constellations, which I learned from a place mat when I was a kid, but one of the ladies on the walk knew her major constellations. We spent a good amount of time standing in the middle of the road — in an hour, not one car came by — craning our necks and pointing at various stars. There is something amazing about stars, something moving, beyond knowing that they’re huge balls of flaming gas somewhere zillions of miles away. Perhaps it’s that stars are so unknowable, uncountable, so much beyond us no matter how much we research them, that they inevitably point to God and remind us of our humanity.
I am glad that there’s something bigger than me out there, something wiser, kinder, more loving, more patient, more powerful. Seeing those stars reminded me of that truth, and reassured me. I’m not in this alone; the One who conceived of and created these innumerable constellations walks by my side every moment. What a wonderful reminder.