It smells new. Like fresh paint and wood.
A new house complete but waiting to be made a home. Dishes put away and welcome mat laid down in anticipation of friends and family come to visit.
It’s quiet but a very welcome calm. And dark outside.
He takes a break from his work to walk to the front door and beckon me outside. “I want to show you something”, he says.
Curiosity forces me out into the cold and down the dark front steps holding his hand so as not to stumble.
“Now look up.”
Glorious dark sky and too many stars to count. Only One knows the number. He who created them and little me.
They shine brighter here where the lights of the city can’t dull their brilliance and splendor.
It’s just too awesome!
And it’s just so humbling.
He determines the number of stars; he gives to all of them their names. Great is our Lord, and abundant in power; his understanding is beyond measure. Ps. 147:4-5