Man and the Star Fields

I asked the Lord of the star fields, why are they there?

Why did you put so many of them there?

And he said, “Because I had the space to do it. “

They are so many stars,  all sorts and kinds.

Intricate things, unusual things, everything one can imagine.

Lord, weren’t we enough for you?

And he said, “I made you last.”

The focal point of the heavens,

The yearning of the heart of God,

All reaching across time and all space

To touch God’s man.

I think perhaps we are fearfully and wonderfully made.

Forgiving River

I was tired last night, so wasted time watching TV, but there was a change in the usual condeming guilt that follows because of the unfinished tasks and the lack of time spent with important people, the Lord included.
This time I went outside and watched the heavens. I considered the vastness of the galaxies and the glory of God. There came a sense of forgiveness, not just mine, but like a river, one that overflows all the error and lack of this life. It was mine to immerse in, and of course, it also flows over all those I know.
Forgiveness is much more than being forgiven when we are sorry. It has a washing power that takes away the strength of the things  that come to overpower me. It diminishes them even when I have yielded to them. They have less strength against me.

Forgiveness gives me peace. It feels like love.