While decluttering I make several trips outside to the recycle bin and the trash. Late in the evening, the clear sky almost beckons my name. Similar to Isaiah 40 (my favorite chapter in the Bible).
"Look to the heavens..."
Breathing in the crisp night air I freeze in my tracks. Looking up, my soul says, "Wow! Look at that!" Bright light from the moon reflects off of clouds to look like white caps in the ocean. Stars scatter between them. Coolness of the air helps me breath new life.
"Who created all these?"
"Yes, I know, Lord, I'm so sorry. You amaze me and I wander so far still. I am so so sorry.
"He who brings out their host by number,
calling them all by name,
by the greatness of his might,
and because he is strong in power
not one is missing."
'My way is hidden from the LORD,
and my right is disregarded by my God'?
the Creator of the ends of the earth.
He does not faint or grow weary;
his understanding is unsearchable."
and to him who has no might he increases strength.
Even youths shall faint and be weary,
and young men shall fall exhausted;
but they who wait for the LORD shall renew their strength;
they shall mount up with wings like eagles;
they shall run and not be weary;
they shall walk and not faint."