Every August I hopefully place a chair by my bedroom window to watch for the Perseid meteor showers late at night. On the peak nights this year, there was much cloud cover, yet I managed to see many faint streaks for a short while on the second night between 10 and 11 pm through an opening in the swirling black clouds - surely this was an answer to my silent prayer.
I remember as a child sleeping out with my brother in our large back yard every August, capturing summer before school began. We lay in our flannel-lined sleeping bags on air mattresses under the open sky, seeing who could point out the best "shooting star".
"Oh, there goes one - see, over there!"
"Hey, look at that one! She's a beaut! Quick, look!"
We had no idea that we were watching the annual Perseid meteor showers, but grew up thinking that this display occurred every night.
Huddled in my cozy bag against the night chill enveloping us like a huge tarpaulin, listening to the occasional cricket and the soft hums and clicks of nature's lullaby, I would gaze at Heaven's navy polka-dotted dress, enthralled with its majesty, before drifting off to sleep. We awakened to the enthusiastic face-drenching kisses of Penny, our Cocker Spaniel, released early in the morning by Mother.
The thrill of watching, so small, the vast, ordered canopy of the Heavens has remained all my life. I cannot help but feel the greatness of God and the comfort and peace of His presence at such times.
I really shouldn't wait a whole year to succumb to the allure of the stars .
"The Heavens declare the glory of God, and the firmament shows forth his handiwork" Psalm 19
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