There is illness in our house just now. Over the weekend, both my wife and our dog were smitten with an unpleasant bug that seems to be doing the rounds, leaving me on mop and bucket duty. Cue sleepless nights.
Which found me standing in our back garden at 2:30 am on Sunday, looking up.
We live near the city, where light pollution scatters through the sky. I stood with my back to Lisburn, and found my breath taken away by the stars I could see.
I don’t understand. Ordinarily you can’t see so many so well from our garden — there’s just too much sodium-orange glare. Whatever freak atmospheric conditions brought the stars out yesterday morning, I stood and I remembered our Creator, and the majesty of his handiwork.
Awed and humbled, I wished the moment would continue, but of course there were other demands on my attention. Think, though, how God abandoned the heavens to get up close and personal with us. It makes the beautiful even more beautiful.