I could not wait to see the lunar eclipse this morning.
The thing is . . .
I failed to read the disclaimer of possible cloudiness where we live in the Pacific Northwest. The possibility was reality this morning.
We decided to drive towards the direction of the moon, hoping to find a place to see it. I sent a text which said, “We are trying to find the moon.”
Who says that?
Anyway . . .
We could see light in the sky.
I thought about the words. . .
The heavens declare the glory of God,
and the skies announce what his hands have made.
Day after day they tell the story;
night after night they tell it again.
They have no speech or words;
they have no voice to be heard.
But their message goes out through all the world;
their words go everywhere on earth (Psalm 19: 1-4, NCV).
I realized . . .
Today’s story was told. The reflection of the sun’s light on the moon broke through the cloudy and dark skies. It’s hard to imagine the sky’s light came from a reflection.
It’s the main story . . .
The Light is always present, even in the darkest of days. –Kerrie
Written by Kerrie Carlisle Palmer © 2018 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED