Moon Gazing

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!