The city. Bright lights. City noise. It’s like another world, sparkling like a diamond in the dark of the night. I remember seeing downtown from afar during one of these nights, seeing how beautiful it was. But then I looked up. Funny how our eyes get drawn to the city below us when there’s already a city of stars up above. I looked up at the night sky, and all my worries, fears and stress disappeared.
I guess you could say I love stars. If I could, I would spend all night every night sleeping outside, staring at the tiny dots of wonder. Whenever I look up, I feel as if my troubles get sucked into the infinite space of the universe. God’s universe.
But then I looked back down at the city, and my heart broke again. Broken people. Broken families. Broken relationships. My heart almost couldn’t handle how much brokenness there was in the world. How much need there is. I cried. I felt hopeless, unable to do anything. Then my eyes looked back up. Whole God. Loving God. Watching God. Powerful God. It was like God was saying “I’m here. I’m in control. Do not worry. Slow down. Love others as much as you love watching my sky.”
And so I looked back down one last time, and saw a completely different city. A city filled with potential. Community. Love. Hope. God. A city filled with God’s presence. His love, His mercy, His joy, His forgiveness.
Take a break. Take a breath.
Look up and see the stars.