Stars 1

The rumble increased in volume as I lay in the dark and listened. It was low. I had not heard a plane fly over before in daylight hours, never mind during the night, and, for some reason, I got out of bed and looked out of the window to see if I could spot it.

There it was, heading north-west, climbing on its way to somewhere. I had a fleeting image of golden beaches and turquoise seas, palm-woven shelters and coconuts. As it grew smaller, my attention was drawn to a constellation of stars to the west – or was it the north? I am finding it difficult to orientate myself in this new place.

These were bright stars. Three in a row. Orion’s Belt. I had known them all my life. Hanging over the equator they are visible from both northern and southern hemispheres.

But in this crystal clear pre-dawn sky, with sparse light to hamper the view, there were others too. I did not know what they were. So I turned to Google.

People had named them. At some stage in our history, someone had gazed at the night sky and given them names. There was Rigel, and Betelgeuse, and there Sirius. Part of the constellation known as the Bull was visible too.

As I gazed at them in wonder – awed by their glittering beauty – a movement caught my eye. A satellite crossed in front of those bright stars. The same apparent size, the satellite would have been a handful of miles away whereas the stars were hundreds of light years away.

How far was that? We had, in our increasing awareness of creation given the stars names. But what did God call them? He had created each one of them. He even held them in the palm of His hands. Psalm 147:4 tells us He named them one by one and calls them each by name.

We can see almost 2500 stars with the naked eye. But there are millions of them, like grains of sand. And God knows them each by name.

I found myself aligned with the Psalmist as I asked God, “What am I that you are mindful of me? Who am I?”

And in the quiet of the night, I heard the whisper in my very soul.

“Beloved, you are My beloved.”

And I was overwhelmed with His love for me.

For you.

For He is mindful of each one of us as if we are the only one.

As I climbed back into bed, I was in awe of God who had piqued my interest through the sound of a plane flying over and encouraged me to have a look so He could, in the end, tell me how much He loves me. What blessings do I miss when I do not follow those unexplainable urges?

What a blessing I received on this morning because I did.

Beloved. Beloved.

My heart soars with a new song of love for my Creator, for He has called me Beloved.

About Mandy Hackland

My love in life is to encourage others to deepen their relationship with God. I write devotional material, stories and small group studies with that in mind. I live in South Africa and also love spending time in the bush, bird watching and walking. I have moved to the coast and am enjoying the green spaces and beautiful vistas that surround me, reminding me of God's grace every day.
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