Some of my favorite summer memories are those spent under the stars in the back of my dad's truck bed, nestled in between blankets, next to my little sister. Conversations of boys and life leaving our lips with our backs to ground and our eyes fixed on the sky. Searching for shooting stars and satellites and constellations in our little part of the world, with the sound of my fourth grade teacher echoing the billions and billions of stars our galaxy is made up from.
Stars that have since burst, though we can still see their illumination from our position. And the planets lining up amongst them. Planets with different measurements for days and numerous moons and extreme temperatures and unlivable landscapes.
It is no wonder the ancients worshipped the sky and stars and all things grandiose; but heart wrenching to think they lacked the worship of the One who created the marvelous.
As my husband and I stood outside among others a few months back, singing along as Phil Wickham belted out worship to the God of the earth and everything encompassing it, it was hard to not stand in awe of God, especially as At Your Name played out. Have a listen
Lord of all the earth
We shout Your Name, shout Your Name
Filling up the skies
With endless praise, endless praise
We shout Your Name, shout Your Name
Filling up the skies
With endless praise, endless praise
Seeing
the sky filled with God's creation, as the sun had set and the moon rose to its
given space, and remembering how small we are, yet how important we are to God.
Each person in the audience. Each person watching the scene from a distance.
The God who has a vision. The God who has a plan set in motion
since he spoke it in to motion before we ever stepped foot on this soil. The
God who pursues. The God who sees life in the highest regard. Who sees you as the most important thing.
That is the God we worship. Lest we
forget. Lest we forget.
And when the speakers turned off and the lights went out in the
middle of a song, there was still a song to be sung. As voices continued and the song kept going, it was a beautiful
reminder that nothing can stop us from worshipping but ourselves. God will always be there to worship and we can
sing along, should we choose, even when the stage goes dark.
Praying your light would shine so
brightly that though your body fails and your last breath exhales, your memory
still illuminates the minds of those around you, guiding them towards Jesus. Praying
that worship would come off your lips as your mouth opens as you go about your
day. Praying you would know how much you are treasured and loved by the God of
the universe. You are important to him, even if others have told you otherwise.
Even if you cannot wrap it around your head. You are fearfully and wonderfully
made by a God who makes things for his good and perfect purpose.
Here's to stars and night skies and worship.