The other day I was outside looking up at the night sky and it dawned on me that I can’t remember the last time I saw a shooting star. Those used to be so special to me. I’d sit and wait, praying, “Lord, please let me see a shooting star.” I guess I have always thought of them as a sign (I’m careful using that word because I don’t need any more signs that God exists) that there is so much more out there, that God is so much bigger than I think, and yet He still cares enough to amaze me with something that’s thought of as a common occurance.
What concerned me even more this particular night, more than not remembering the last time I saw a shooting star, is that I can’t remember the last time I looked up for a shooting star with hopeful anticipation in God. I think at times in my life I get caught looking down. Not just caught, but in a routine of looking down. I forget that with God, the unimaginable is possible… and the imaginable, too! It’s like a hopeless romantic slowly routining the romance out of their story. Then it’s just hopeless. Days go by with the simple satisfaction of not having a bad day.
When did not having a bad day mean it was a good day?
So my hope for you and for me is that today you, I, look up with hope that we’ll see a burning light in the sky and remember God is big, and He cares.
-Out of the Wilderness
