This morning I awoke and for a minute, I didn’t know if it was dawn or not.
I decided to take the dog out for quick tinkle and noticed the dark sky filled with stars. It wasn’t morning. I had woken by the light of an extraordinary moon.
The funny thing was, I couldn’t see the moon. I couldn’t see it, but I knew it was there. It must have been or otherwise where was all that light coming from?
The rain started up again and I headed back inside to go back to bed. I wasn’t sleepy. I knew I had just seen the kind of beauty that shakes your perspective, heals up the broken places in your heart and keeps you alive.
While I was laying in bed, in the stillness of the pre-dawn hours, I remembered reading someplace that God is always saying to us, “I love you. I love you. I love you.” It may be drowned out by “stuff” that we see/hear throughout our day but through it all it’s a beautiful truth I believe in: we are loved.