I don’t know about you, but February always seems to be a
“blah” time of year for me. Maybe
because it has been winter for so long, or the excitement of a new year has
faded, I don’t know, but this year seemed especially so about the middle of
that month. In the part of town where I
live, it’s not often I see the stars because of tall buildings that are very
crowded. The Lord knows, though, when we
need to lift up our eyes.
As I was looking out the window on one of the blah nights, I
looked up and saw the stars so bright and clear. That bleak night turned into a night of hope
as one look at stars reminds me of God’s many promises.
One, is His promise to Abraham that his descendants will
outnumber the stars, which leads me to Isaiah 50 where God says that when He
called Abraham, he was alone, but when He blessed Abraham, he became a great
nation. When I look at the stars I see
generations to come who will serve the Lord.
Stars also remind me of when a friend was praying for me and
she saw a span of stars and the Lord told her the stars were my dreams (me,
mary beth), and they were His dreams too.
When I look at the stars, I see the dreams that are still hidden in my
heart but yet I see them as if they are right in front of me, and I remember
that they are the dreams that the Lord has for me too.
To see the stars, I have to look away from this world and
the circumstances, problems and distractions it holds, and look up. When I look up and I see the stars, I believe