The Stars are Telling

 I enjoy traveling. A few years ago, one of my best friends invited my daughter and me to visit her in Texas. She wanted to take us to a special place that I have never visited. We arose early one morning, and after what seemed like hours of driving, we came to a place called Palo Duro Canyon. It is the second largest canyon in the United States. It was beautiful. The mounds of red rock, little caves, and open space cradled beautiful white blossoms and other foliage.

She surprised us and told us that she rented a cabin right on its ridge. The cabin had no phone or television. It was perfect for catching up with each other. We ate, told stories and reviewed all of the photos we had taken.

As it grew dark outside, we could hear the wind whistling through the canyon, and then it would die down. We decided to venture out of our cabin and sit at the picnic table just outside. I think all of our jaws dropped when we saw the sky. The stars seemed to multiply right before us. In complete darkness, I felt as though I could reach and touch them. They were so close. Their light seemed to touch earth and my heart became overwhelmed with its beauty. Then the moon rose over the jagged rocks and its rays flooded the floor of the canyon. Large shadows mingled with rocks formations and bending bushes but I could still see more stars than I could if I were in the city.

As I contemplated the beauty before me, I wondered what it would be like to call all the stars by name. Or, what if I could name the different constellations, describe the movement of planets and how they impact our solar system. This night revealed that the universe is beyond my imagination. Reddish and bluish stars twinkled. We even saw a shooting star or two. Its beauty that night was greater than my words can tell.

Later on, I thought about what David must have seen when he wrote, “The heavens are telling of the glory of God; the expanse (of heaven) is declaring the work of His hands” (Psalm 19:1, AMP). The Bible doesn’t mention what he saw or where he nestled down for the night to view the stars. Wherever he was, he must have been overwhelmed with the same vastness of the heavens that I experienced that night. I am sure he was compelled to declare the work of God’s hands and I am almost sure that he took time to worship our Creator. The stars and heavens declare and tell of God’s works and I am compelled to thank and worship Him for these gifts.

Pamela Williams writes from Southern California.

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