Day 86 Holy

I have spent a lot of time under the stars since Mama died.

Maybe it is the peace I find here under the quiet. All the clamoring voices of the day have surrendered to sleep and I can breathe here under the stars. Maybe it is because they remind me of God’s faithfulness — constant and burning brightly even when they are hidden from my view. They are steadfast in their resolve to hold their posts.

There is a sense of his holiness in the silence.

Thank you God for the stars and for your abiding love.

Holy.

Psalm 148:3 ~”Praise him, sun and moon; praise him, all you shining stars.”