Stars

I just got back from the mountains from a work retreat today. While lying on my pull-out bed in the loft trying to drift off to sleep, I was able to see the stars through the skylight above me and through the large windows to my side.

I can see stars at night at home sometimes -- but nothing like this. With no city lights, you can see millions. As I peered through the window I was reminded of the passage in Isaiah:

"Lift your eyes and look to the heavens:
Who created all these?
He who brings out the starry host one by one,
and calls them each by name.
Because of his great power and mighty strength,
not one of them is missing." Isaiah 40:26

That evening, at the cabin, a co-worker announced her good news, and of course my heart hurt for a second and was envious for the ease and sheer naivety and privacy of her experience, how simple it was for her -- first time, tired but don't know why, getting to announce to a totally clueless family and friends who don't know every in and out of your reproductive system, and getting to make a baby the old fashioned way. The way I dreamed things would be for us.

So, when I looked up at that big ol' sky and all those stars in it, I meditated on that passage and remembered just how much God loves me ... how utterly powerful and big my God is. I felt a peace in my heart and an assurance that He has not forgotten me. My miracle is coming.