As I was walking around the bin, I could see an array of green trees, peppered with yellow and sprinkled with red leaves turning for the season. A stunning view of God’s love on display for my morning walk. But it didn’t stop there, above the tree tops was the lazy drifts of the morning fog cradling the moon as it was drifting off to sleep. I could hear the Moon ask the Sun to tell it one more story before it went to bed. And the Sun replied “Just one more, Little One, but after that, I must do my chores.”
Although my imagination was running wild, creation was not. I was on my morning walk, trying to out pace the anxiety that threatens my every moment and as I turned the corner and saw this display of God’s love in real life, in real time, I could see how God was whispering his love to me, showing me that in every season, His repetitive rhythm of fall, winter, spring, summer, morning and night, death and life were all His to command. And all mine to love.
Knowing that the Sun was putting the Moon to bed and raising to do her job for the day gave me more peace and more joy and more love than I have experienced in a long time. Because the sun and moon came before man, before the fall, before the need for Emmanuel. And the fact that God still allows them to do their job means that He has not run out of love yet. His love still shows up to a single, mid-aged momma on her morning hope of low blood pressure. On that walk God gently sent a breeze to rustle my hair and tickle my check because we decided a long time ago that was our secret language of love. His whisper to me that he was still so near.
May the rhythm of the seasons, morning and night, and the Sun putting the Moon down for a nap remind you that God’s love is still so clear.
This reflection was written by Serenity Tucker.