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The Stars Cry Out Their Names
Last night, while I was staring up at the stars, two passages from Psalms came to mind, making me sigh with a feeling of relief – and blessing.
The first was Psalm 8:3-5:
When I consider your heavens,
the work of your fingers,
the moon and the stars,
which you have set in place,
what is man that you are mindful of him,
the son of man that you care for him?
You made him a little lower than the heavenly beings
and crowned him with glory and honor.
For me, this is the ultimate sense of perspective. We are but specks in God’s universe. Atoms. Quarks. So why should we matter to Him?
But we do. Each of us. Scripture tells us this over and over, as it does in Psalm 147:
He heals the brokenhearted
and binds up their wounds.
He determines the number of the stars
and calls them each by name.
Great is our Lord and mighty in power;
his understanding has no limit.
The same God that names each star binds every wound, heals every heart. Trusting Him may be difficult, but we should never doubt His love for every ache, physical or mental.
This is why I seek solace in the night, looking up at the stars, listening for their names, and finding reassurance in God’s care.
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