Day 49 The Stars in my Backyard

These are the stars in my backyard. I have never photographed the stars from any other location. We are planning a trip to California this summer with friends  and I am so excited about photographing the stars out west. I have never been there. I have not been many places and I long to see more of this beautiful earth God has made.

But there is something special about my farm stars. It is so perfectly peaceful here when I am shooting at night. Under a new moon, there is little light but I am never afraid. I can hear some confused roosters in the distance practicing their morning calls. My dogs encircle my feet and wait for me quietly. The tree frogs are trilling their spring calls. Yes, perfect.

I love how the oaks frame the edges of the night sky. These are our trees. They are like old friends.

The stars have been a symbol of God’s unchanging faithfulness to me during such a bitter season of grief. He has heard the cracking sound of my breaking heart under these stars. He received my weeping into his own heart in this place. He spoke gently, comforted, waited and loved me under these farm stars. They have born witness to both my pain and my healing.

Their steady light never wavered.

So no matter where I go, I take them with me. They serve as a reminder that God never fails or changes his mind about us. He deeply loves us, even in our pain — perhaps especially so.

Psalm 36:5 ~”Your love, Lord, reaches to the heavens, your faithfulness to the skies.”