I love to look at the stars – I go out into the back garden and simply stand there looking heavenward. I think the neighbours realized I was a tad odd years back! A couple of years ago on a holiday in France with friends it was pointed out to me that satellites could be seen orbiting and Big Al and I lay on loungers at midnight searching the sky, spotting two that night. Since then I have often stood looking upwards wondering what direction is best to look for that ‘wandering star’.
One night it hit me – I was gazing at the glory and majesty of space, looking for a manufactured clump of metal, to say ‘wow, a satellite’. Woman dear, how stupid can you be!!!?
Coming up to Christmas I have often longed that that warm glow of expectancy that I had many years ago (or is it just nostalgia?). But again I’m looking for something we’ve made (the smells, sounds, atmosphere) when I should be looking beyond to the Maker.