The air was closing in around me. It was slowly pulling its chains around my body, constricting it into a tight, congested ball. I had to get out. I couldn’t breath. My eyes had started to blur.
I rushed out of the door in a panic, not knowing what was going on, into the cool summer night that comforted me with open arms. I stood there breathing in the thin, fresh air like I was just learning to breath. I found myself looking up to the sky. Wasn’t really much to see at first. Just a white disc, shadowed by the dark night, with a few sparkles here and there, covered mostly by thick packets of fluff.
Then I looked harder and began to see a milky way of existence. The puffs of smoke swirled around looking like sweet cotton candy and floated effortlessly through the night sky. Each one looking as different as can be. I saw angels and cars, and dragons and unicorns, ahhhhh, every kind of shape and creature that I could imagine. But I had to peer even harder into the abysmal darkness to see the litter glimmers of light. Little dots of hope sprinkled all over the midnight backdrop.
And as the cloud began to roll on and on, the water colored blanket of blues and blacks, more and more spots of glimmer began to appear, and before I knew it, the whole sky was surrounded by them. The radiant, white disc was hidden no more behind muff and fuzz, but shone proudly and confidently, to illuminate the earth, expelling the darkness permanently.
I smiled. The more I looked the more I saw. I felt alive again. Spinning round and round with my head pulled to the sky, it was as if I could almost reach out and touch the sky. I was taken back to my home in Chennai, when I, as a small girl would stand at the utmost points of the apartments and stare up into the sky. Wondering. Thinking. Wishing. But even as a young girl, standing in a place where I could almost touch the vastness of the universes, I felt closer to God than any other place. To be found in the glory of His creation, evokes a sense in you that no other experience can.
God is so vast and so high and so big. To think we worry about our small little lives, when there is so much around us. When the clouds roll into our lives, our hope can sometimes vanish. It can seem like the light will never appear, will never burn again. We feel like we can’t go on breathing and our eyes blur out. But when we run into the arms of Jesus and trust that the God who made this mighty universe, looks at us and cares about us, the clouds start rolling away. Slowly but surely, one star starts shining. Then another. And then another one. Till our whole lives are shinning of God’s goodness and glory. There is beauty in everything, even in the bad places, even in the dark places, because God created everything and He created us. Oh, the wonder of it all!
– George Beverly Shea
There’s the wonder of springtime and harvest,
The sky, the stars, and the sun;
But the wonder of wonders that thrills my soul
Is a wonder that’s just begun.
O, the wonder of it all! The wonder of it all!
Just to think that God loves me.