Searching the Sky

~Psalm 139:7-8~

 I took a drive this evening.

I was looking for this month's full moon, dubbed the 'Strawberry Moon'. It sounded cute and something different outside the eerie Harvest moons I'm used to seeing. Peak illumination due at 9:08, I set off. I saw a heat-muted sky as another summer sun was setting. Soft, pillowy oranges, pinks, and a deepening blue... clouds clinging to the last reflections of the day's melting rays.

Yet, no moon.

I couldn't find it... correction, I couldn't see it.

But I know it was there, due to years of constant evidence, agreed upon across countless cultures.

I can't see God. And right now- for a long while in fact- I haven't been able to see what He wants next for my life. By the end of this post, I'm still not likely to know. All I do is move forward, following a Father who loves me.

Such seasons are like searching the sky, as I did tonight. You don't always spot what you're looking for or hoping to find. But you know it's there.

With God it's the same backing of evidence, witnessed and recorded by dozens of ethnicities across decades. So that even centuries later, we can remain certain of what we're searching for. Even when we can't see it.

Why does that certainty matter? Because, while I don't have the answers, the search remains rooted in a God who certainly loves me... and you!

Let the wise listen and add to their learning, and let the discerning get guidance— 

for understanding proverbs and parables, the sayings and riddles of the wise.

~Proverbs 1:5-6~