The Man That Counts The Stars…
Good morning beautiful people. Yesterday, I went on a journey north to put some flowers on my parents grave. I know I am late for this year, but I still wanted to do it. I had purchased two oversized orange flowers. I quickly snatched up a journal from the book shelf to take with me as I like to write down thoughts or something I want to remember. This particular journal had a big silver, glittery shiny star on the front. I smiled when I pulled it out of my need to be straightened out book shelf.
The last time I visited my parents grave, I found a gem on their plot the same color of the coat I was wearing. Not a real gem, but has many dimensions to it. I penned the writing The Graveyard Gem.
As I placed the two flowers, one on each side of their memorial stone, I noticed the little ceramic pumpkin with the miniature copy of my front cover attached to it, Good Morning Beautiful People, Angel’s Prayer of the Day. I had placed the quarter sized pumpkin last October on their stone but forgot all about it. My mothers hero sign was now gone.
I pondered that small ceramic pumpkin still setting there beautifully. I get in my car to head towards home as the radio plays He Who Counts The Stars. I smile big as I glance at my journal. I pondered all the way home what kept that small little ceramic pumpkin there during those high winds, heavy snowfalls, etc. since last October. Must have been the man that counts the stars.
Let’s Pray:
Father, thank you that you know the number of hairs on our head. You know everything about us and you call us your own, bought with a price. The precious blood of Jesus Christ was enough.
Father, thank you for your love, mercy and grace. May every reader today believe in the man that counts the stars. As you formed all the stars in heaven, you formed us in your image.
Father, thank you for journeying the day with us. How great you are. Amen.
Have a blessed day God’s beautiful people. The man that counts the stars is still in control.
Psalm 147 Praise the Lord. How good it is to sing praises to our God, how pleasant and fitting to praise him! The Lord builds up Jerusalem; he gathers the exiles of Israel. He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds. He determines the number of the stars and calls them each by name. Great is our Lord and mighty in power; his understanding has no limit. The Lord sustains the humble but casts the wicked to the ground. Sing to the Lord with grateful praise; make music to our God on the harp. He covers the sky with clouds; he supplies the earth with rain and makes grass grow on the hills. He provides food for the cattle and for the young ravens when they call. His pleasure is not in the strength of the horse, nor his delight in the legs of the warrior; the Lord delights in those who fear him, who put their hope in his unfailing love. Extol the Lord, Jerusalem; praise your God, Zion. He strengthens the bars of your gates and blesses your people within you. He grants peace to your borders and satisfies you with the finest of wheat. He sends his command to the earth; his word runs swiftly. He spreads the snow like wool and scatters the frost like ashes. He hurls down his hail like pebbles. Who can withstand his icy blast? He sends his word and melts them; he stirs up his breezes, and the waters flow. He has revealed his word to Jacob, his laws and decrees to Israel. He has done this for no other nation; they do not know his laws. Praise the Lord.
