The View From Ninety-Two

The heavens tell of the glory of God; the skies display His marvelous craftsmanship. Day after day they continue to speak; night after night they make Him known. They speak without a sound or a word; their voice is silent in the skies; yet their message has gone out to all of the earth, and their words to all the world.

-Psalm 19:1-4



I've been pondering old days; late night camping experiences all alone staring at a perfectly clear sky and "hearing" the stars and cosmos witnessing to God's glory. I remember being in awe of what I saw ... and even remember talking to God about my life, hoping that He was there. Years later, when I first came across this piece of Scripture I was immediately reminded of those times and thanked God for patiently, steadily convincing me of His realness before I could even begin to comprehend His Word (which, at the time, was confusing, irrelevant nonsense to me). Those were times when I needed Him so very badly because I was literally in grave danger, being hunted by my worst enemy: myself. Though I wasn't ready, nor did I know how to come home, I'm thankful for those times away from the things of man because my Father used them like grains of sand to build a foundation in my heart. A platform from which He could gently speak truth to me when I was ready to hear. Praise be to God forever!