One night last week, I couldn’t sleep and went outside on the deck. Looking up at the clear night sky, a familiar feeling came over me. I thought, Here I am like an ant or smaller–just a tiny ‘speck’. Millions of stars above and beyond lit the darkness of the great unknown.
Who cannot believe in God and know he is in everything? The stars and moon, distant planets, all like a grand ballet, everything in place for a purpose. Me here, knowing my life as ‘a speck’ will pass. The wondering, the not knowing the plan of the grand design, yet knowing it is awesome and this ‘speck’ is ever seeking the One who made it all.
I’ve heard recently that President Trump said he is “…trying to get to heaven”. Aren’t we all looking for that which never ends and never ceases to amaze?
DJ Pasternak, Author 