I went for a walk the other night as the sun was setting. I choose to walk in the direction of the pink western sky, and then turned the corner, grateful for the time alone to think and pray. As I turned a corner again, my back to the sunset, I looked up and literally gasped out loud. The moon was rising above the horizon and was a spectacular sight. It was so bright and full (the eve of a full moon) and literally took my breath away.
The pictures really don’t do it justice.
In that moment, I wondered if there was anyone else on earth who was praising God for the beauty in the night sky. I sure couldn’t resist!
As I walked on, I passed our local arena as floods of people were exiting the building; kids running towards their vehicles, parents in tow. There seemed oblivious to the demonstration of God’s power and creativity above. The scene reminded me that if we don’t praise Him, the rocks will literally cry out. The mountains and the hills will burst into song and the fields will clap their hands (Isaiah 55:12).
I take for granted that the sun continues to rise, the stars take their positions in the sky each night, and the moon keeps in its set course. They don’t simply take their places out of some cosmic coincidence; day after day, night after night. They do so because God tells them to. He is the Creator and Sustainer of life.
I often forget this. I neglect to give God praise for the incredible display He’s orchestrating in creation each day. The moon was an incredible reminder.
All of creation points to God and is glorifying Him, each element in its own way. I must do my part.