Saturday night was winding down. Both Nettie and Cecilia were in their beds for the night, Certain Man was finished with his Saturday catch-up work, took his shower, and called Oldest Son for his birthday. The conversation was animated and going strong. Middle Daughter was working a short shift for Hospice and Youngest Daughter had set forth to spend some time with Cousin Holly. I looked at the grocery list still lying on my counter and decided that ten-thirty was almost too late to go get groceries — but not quite.
It had been one of those days when joy and sorrow had mixed their dregs to where the day was a diversified and wild contradiction of emotion. What I really wanted to do was sit on my chair by myself in the dark. But that wouldn’t really help much. I might as well go get groceries while I was able. At this time on a Saturday night, it shouldn’t take more than an hour to go and come. I collected my list, my phone, my purse and money and set off. I wanted to cry, but that would have to wait until I was on my way home. I don’t think that Walmart is a very good place for a Christian woman to navigate late at night while crying her silly eyes out. It doesn’t speak well for faith and grateful praise.
But I could talk to my Father. I watched the full moon in a beautifully clear summer sky and thought about the song, “If He Hung the Moon.” The chorus kept rolling about in my heart and I personalized it the way I often do when I need something to be all mine.
” . . . And if He hung the moon,
I know He will help me,
And if He holds the sparrow in flight,
He’ll hold me too,
Consider the lilies of the field,
How much more He loves me,
In the beginning of time, I was on His mind,
When He hung the moon.”
(words and music by Kirk Talley)
I pulled into the parking lot at the grocery store, took some deep breaths, and headed into the fray. It was very empty, and the expedition went smoothly. I had pretty much to restock, but in less than 45 minutes, I was done! Whew! Great feeling! I loaded my car and headed towards Shady Acres.
There was that brilliant moon, still hanging high in the clear sky with a shoal of clouds just above the horizon. It was breathtaking. I wheeled around the corner and was watching the moon out of the corner of my eye when I saw a flash of light out on the right hand side of the vault of Heaven. I jerked my head in that direction and was rewarded momentarily with a most spectacular lightning display. There was this huge billow of cumulous clouds, and the lightning was dancing from place to place among the various layers and openings and thunderheads. There were jagged slashes and gentle lightings, but all was silent. Whatever it was, it was too far away for me to hear anything. But oh! How impressive. The thing that felt the most incongruous, yet divinely given, was the fact that the full moon in absolute, splendid glory, shone on without any mind to the competition going on in the same night sky.
My heart, my heart. A broad expanse of a night sky right now, if truth be told. And there are storms that rage — sometimes on the perimeters, sometimes obliterating the light. And there have been days when I’ve begged for grace to just weather the storm, and wondered when the skies would clear enough to see anything except the rain.
But somewhere, the One Who Hung The Moon is watching over His Property. And the moon is hanging steady somewhere off the edges of these storms. Somewhere the skies are clear, the night is beautiful, and there is nothing out of His Control.
And there is one more thing.
Morning is coming!
For night skies, full hung moons, tumultuous thunderstorms, and mornings coming — but most of all, for Promises Kept —
My Heart gives Grateful Praise.