He healeth the broken in heart, and bindeth up their wounds. He telleth the number of the stars; He calleth out their name. – Psalms 147: 3,4.
Have you ever just lied in the grass or on the hood of a car on a summer’s night and tried to count the stars? I did as a boy, and of course never came close. Have you ever considered that the stars in their quiet are talking to you? They might say, “ We shine, fearless and confident, lift up your eyes and behold our beauty and glory.” Now imagine a God who knows them all by name, just like he knows us all by name, knows or wants and fears, and stands ready to comfort our wounds, external and internal.
Teach me your mood, Oh patient stars!
Who climb each night into the ancient sky,
Leaving on space no shade, no scars,
No trace of age, no fear to die. – R.W. Emerson.