At some point in the course of eternity, I wonder if God will let me hold a star in my hand. I don't mean that the star will become small enough or weak enough for me to hold. The star will remain the same. I mean that when I am one with the Creator—in his presence, seeing his face—I hope I'll withstand its heat and power, hold it up close, and study it for centuries just so I can understand the word shine.
I'm sure God does this already with his stars. Since his Spirit is alive in me right now, all I can ask of him is to make me humble. If one star's force undoes me, how much more its God? How foolish of me to walk rebelliously in my own ways. If the star could talk, I think it would say: "Walk humbly with your God? Duh!"
2 comments:
you should know i read every one of your blog entries, and even though i don't often comment, i let out a deep sigh of agreement every time. especially on this one. i think you're hiding beautiful little treasures inside your soul.
Abby, thank you for being a true follower.
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