I like sitting outside on my porch at night. Listening. Being still.
I hear the crickets and cicadas. Occasionally an owl. The moon is usually bright unless there are clouds.
Sometimes I am able to see a few stars in the sky. Living in a city I’m not able to see as many as I can where I grew up in the country. I miss seeing the stars, being able to trace the Little Dipper and Big Dipper. Always trying to remember which planet shines during what time of year.
It all reminds me of one of my favorite passages — Psalm 8:3 – 8. There is a choir song based on these verses that I sang when I was in the choir at my church during college. I can still sing almost the entire song. Very unusual for me. It remains one of my favorite songs.
When I consider your heavens,
the work of your fingers,
the moon and the stars,
which you have set in place,
4 what is man that you are mindful of him,
the son of man that you care for him?
5 You made him a little lower than the heavenly beings
and crowned him with glory and honor.
6 You made him ruler over the works of your hands;
you put everything under his feet:
7 all flocks and herds,
and the beasts of the field,
8 the birds of the air,
and the fish of the sea,
all that swim the paths of the seas.