“When I consider Your heavens, the work of Your fingers, the moon and the stars which You have ordained, what is man that You are mindful of him, and the son of man that You should visit him?” Psalm 8:3-4
That’s exactly how I feel when I watch the stars. Out here in the middle of nowhere, the stars glow like… um, really bright stars. (Once again, my analogies fail me…) It is so incredible just to lay on the ground at night, with nothing pressing that you have to get up and do, and just watch the night sky for however long you want. The sky is a deep velvety black, fading to gray at the horizon where some unhappy person has a light turned on outside, and everything is silent. Just lay there and be still, and watch the constellations blaze through the sky. If the night is really clear you can even see the Milky Way, a hazy white strip crossing the stars in a grand arch. If you hold your breath, you can almost hear the stars singing to their Creator.
And you know, when you think about just how huge those twinkling stars really are…how much more so is their Creator? And just think – That black sky, those blazing bright lights disappear and the horizon flames in bright pinks, purples, and oranges just because the sun comes up. God must have done that just because He loves it, don’t you think? When I look at the heavens I have to ask, how could anybody possibly think this is all here by chance? How can anybody see all this and still not believe in its Creator? The beauty of the sky is just too incredible to not have a loving, beautiful, glorious God behind it all. It’s like God is watching over our shoulder and every time we discover something new and beautiful, He whispers, “See this? Isn’t it beautiful? I made it just for you.”
“The Heavens declare the glory of God, and the firmament shows His handiwork.” Psalm 19:1