A warm night at the cottage, a camp fire. In rural darkness, the sky shows its glory. Between the tree tops, looking straight up, stars sparkle like crystal, vying for space, nearly bumping into each other.
“Look up,” we say to each person as they slide into our circle of lawn chairs. We don’t say much else; words to describe the sight above don’t exist. We lean back in our canvas slings, fix our eyes upward and let the night sky speak to us.
We view our individual challenges from a higher plane. We allow ourselves to get lost in beauty. We revel in God’s handiwork and marvel at His creativity.
Looking up brings relief to us. Our necessary horizontal view of life requires mundane tasks like paying bills, jockeying for parking spaces, advocating for our children, cleaning and cooking. Simple tasks but taken together, they exhaust us.
When we look up we let go of the mundane. In letting go, we rest. If only for a few minutes or even an hour, the time we spend looking up renews our ability to handle the trivial but necessary duties that life hands us.
“The heavens declare the glory of God and the firmament shows His handiwork. Day after day pours forth speech; night after night shows forth knowledge. There is no speech nor spoken word from the stars; their voice is not heard. Yet their voice in evidence goes out through all the earth, their sayings to the end of the world . . . ” Psalm 19:1-4 (AMP)