When our kids were little, we used to shut off all the lights inside and outside our house, hold their hands, and make our way out to the gravel road by flashlight. Then, we would turn off that last light, and the sky would come alive. There’s nothing quite like gazing deep into the night, and having no way to count the multitude of stars that shine back.

God lovingly and intentionally spoke each one of those stars into existence. And the same God knew exactly where our little family was standing staring up at the heavens on those nights.

“When I look at the night sky and see the work of your fingers— the moon and the stars you set in place— what are mere mortals that you should think about them, human beings that you should care for them?”‭‭
– Psalms 8:3-4

Now that we live in a large city, our view isn’t quite the same. That wide-open country sky is veiled by the glow across the metro. In fact, we often have to use our sky view phone app to see where the stars are supposed to be.

Life is like that. What was once clear can become clouded. Troubles arise, decisions aren’t so simple, and distractions vie for our attention.

In the midst of uncertainty, I want to remember that my way forward isn’t determined by what I see, it rests in Who I trust.

My God can touch the moon and stars with His fingers, and move them into place. So, surely He can move my circumstances, my life and my heart, and place them exactly where they need to be.

I will understand my identity and purpose, and find my way, when I realize and embrace who He is.

I am a person that God, who touches the stars, thinks about and cares about.

I am not lost. I am found.