A Starry Host

Do you like trials and tribulations? The darkness? 

Not me. If I could have my wishes fulfilled there would be no valleys or dark places. But God loves me and when my mind carries me into wishful thinking He reminds me that He is the One who holds my life in His hands. The One who formed me in the darkness of my mother's womb. The One who created all the universe. The One who numbered my days.

When I step out on my deck on a winter's night, the display in the sky reveals the Creator. And I can see that it is on the darkest night that the stars shine brightest. And that each and every star was set in place by the same One who holds me in His hands. 

Isaiah 40: 25- 26 To whom will you compare me? Or who is my equal?" says the Holy One. Lift up your eyes and look to the heavens. Who created all these? He who brings out the starry host one by one, and calls them each by name. Because of his great power and mighty strength, not one of them is missing.

Father God is the One I trust. 

Each valley, every dark night, the excruciating climbs, draw me into relationship with Him, a place where I know His love and faithfulness. I am made stronger. Without His strength in me I would be like a blade of grass that has no spine and cannot stand.

It is you, O' God, who gives strength to the weary and increases the power of the weak.

Praising Him today in my weakness.

Grace and peace to you from God,

Bonnie