After moving to the home of his grandfathers, my son, who had spent the first half of his childhood living in a what was called a metroplex, was a bit unnerved at his first starry night here. What were those things in the sky? Were aliens attacking? (Yes, I'm blogging about the son who doesn't want me to blog about him.) In spite of living, as the cowboy sang, "where the stars at night are big and bright, deep in the heart of Texas," my son had failed to realize those lyrics. Now he knows their bright beauty and also understands how big God is when he reads Psalm 147:4:
He determines the number of the stars and calls them each by name.
God who placed each star in the sky has also placed each of us in His Creation knows us by name. We have an amazing God. Nothing is too big or small for Him. There's a comfort in that knowledge.
Indescribable - Laura Story