Red giants. Blue dwarfs. Black holes. Supernovas. I learned about these in my ninth grade earth science class. With the naked eye, they would be hard to detect, but with a telescope, I might be able to make out the different types of stars. When I was younger, summers at my grandparents meant my uncle and I using a star guidebook to identify the constellations in the sky. I can still pick out the dippers, Orion and the summer triangle.
|See How Lofty the Stars|
Taken from Standard Bible Story Readers, Book One
By Lillie A. Faris
Illustrated by O.A. Stemler and Bess Bruce Cleaveland
The Standard Publishing Company, 1925
I've done art projects taking black paper and either a hole punch or a sewing needle to repeat holes in the paper to replicate the night sky. The only problem with that is that a hole punch or needle will achieve a uniform look to the stars, and God designed each of them differently. God gave me a story He has given to nobody else. He has given me a way to use my talents for Him, in a way nobody else can. Not that nobody else has my gifts, but He has put me in a situation that make them unique to me, and a viewpoint that is my own. We can all say this. When we view our lives as a series of "happy accidents", we neglect to see the special value we have to our Creator. Maybe I wasn't the first person to be born, and maybe I wasn't the seven billionth (a milestone birth approaching our earth sometime soon) but being the four billionth six hundredth forty third person (like I really know) was just as important to Him. And He made me to glorify Him. I pray I can do that. I pray that my star, whether shooting, sparking or fading will point light towards Him. I pray that my glory will be His glory. I pray that even though I can't see when a star has become a black hole, because there are millions of stars up there, and I can't keep track, God knows when I have done something for Him. To others I may blend in with the crowd, my place unnoticeable, but He put me exactly where I need to be, and He would notice if I am missing.
Thank you, Lord, for loving me in a special way. You love all of us uniquely as only You can, because You created us uniquely. Thank you for reminding me today, how special I am to You. I can never understand that, but I know how special my children are to me, and You love me as Your child. Help me to shine my light for You.