The other day I was driving my boys to school when it was still dark. Traffic was already congested, and as I pulled up to the front of the line at the intersection, I looked down the road to my right. The moon was hanging bright and low and heavy in the sky. It was a harvest moon. I mistook it for a road sign at first.
Once I realized what it was, I couldn’t take my eyes off of it and I became a dangerous distracted driver for a moment.
I thought how very long the moon has been hanging out there. In my imagination, time went through a high speed rewind. Everything around me became undone. The road was unbuilt; cars disappeared as well as road signs, light poles, buildings. The ancestors of the current people hadn’t yet arrived.
But the moon was still there, as it’s always been. A deep peace filled me in that moment.
Many times in the Bible, God points to the skies to remind us of His faithfulness. You can count on His promises the same way you can count on the sun coming up in the morning, and the moon and stars staying in their places. The steadfast love of the Lord is forever. His loving-kindness never ends. He is speaking to us through His creation. Let us draw near.
The heavens proclaim the glory of God.
The skies display his craftsmanship.
Day after day they continue to speak;
night after night they make him known.
They speak without a sound or word;
their voice is never heard.
Yet their message has gone throughout the earth,
and their words to all the world.