When
I was little my mom sometimes took me for an evening walk in our neighborhood. I cannot count the times she would point to
the sky and say, “Jeffrey, do you see the moon?” It sometimes took me a long time to see
it. She always had a thrilled quality to
her voice as she beseeched me to see the moon.
Last
week she opened my window as she was bidding me good night, and asked, “Jeffrey,
do you see the moon?” I saw it and we
did a bit of moon gazing together. It is
a simple thing, but an experience we can share.
I hear the shine of the moon in her voice, and see moon dazzle in her
eyes. I can even imagine her saying to
her parents, “Look, the moon!” It always makes me smile.
As
I read the Psalms, I read passages about the Creator and how He holds all
creation in its place, even the moon. I begin to understand my mom’s thrill at
seeing the moon. Even on a bad day God
is holding the moon in place and Mom, too. He is holding me in place, always. It gives her peace and me, too!
