It’s the rest of the week. What would you like to rest from right now?
Do you ever have the gnawing feeling that every desired outcome hinges on you doing everything exactly right?
Does your sense of responsibility (need for control?) ever take on a life of its own, inflating to the point that you lose sight of the big picture—that overarching narrative that includes your story with the promise of a good ever-after?
There’s something about standing beneath a night sky full of stars that shatters all that self importance (or whatever it is).
Have you felt the thrill of glimpsing the vastness of the universe?
Have you felt your own smallness beneath those stars and, at the same time, the sense of belonging—drawn in to something bigger than yourself?
Have you wondered at the mystery of the past reflected in the rays of light reaching you from light years away?
Have you felt the stars so close that, as Rich Mullins sang, “you could touch them, but your heart would break”?
Have you taken a deep breath and felt yourself relax with the exhale, knowing that it’s not all up to you?
Has your heart whispered along with the ancient song writer:
When I look at the night sky and see the work of your fingers—
the moon and the stars you set in place—
what are mere mortals that you should think about them,
human beings that you should care for them?
Yet you made them only a little lower than God
and crowned them with glory and honor.(Psalms 8:305)
May you have time for a little stargazing and may your rest be sweet.
Alicia