the stars

I used to suppose the stars were made for us. Someone put them there for me to enjoy. But one night while staring into the vast glittering abyss, I realized this could not possibly have much to do with me. 
It's no lie that I get pleasure from seeing them. We witness majesty through the stars, and there is a mystery about it that we tap into. 
But they shine for Him- the Divine-The Maker; their Father and mine. When we enjoy the stars, we're merely enjoying what He enjoys.
What is more, we too are created in order to shine for Him. We are given the capability to radiate for others to see and enjoy the Divine. 

Psalm 148:3
"Praise him, sun and moon;
    praise him, all you shining stars."

When we have learned to share in the work of making God known to humanity, our beauty will rival the stars.

 

And we'll be what we were made for.

Peace

Sara Teasdale

Peace flows into me
  As the tide to the pool by the shore;
  It is mine forevermore,
It ebbs not back like the sea.

I am the pool of blue
  That worships the vivid sky;
  My hopes were heaven-high,
They are all fulfilled in you.

I am the pool of gold
  When sunset burns and dies—
  You are my deepening skies,
Give me your stars to hold.