I don’t care how you spin it, I am just not a winter person. I don’t like the cold or the ice or the short days and long nights. I don’t like having to bundle up in heavy coats. I don’t like the way my hair gets so fly away in the dry air, and I don’t like having to wear gloves which makes me even clumsier than I already am. I love the way everything looks right after a snow storm, but as soon as I look at the shovel leaning up against the porch door, I’m longing for spring.
Having said all that, let me add one more thing. I do love the night sky in the winter. The stars never look brighter than they do in winter. That cold, dry air that is my skin’s worst enemy, causes those stars to sparkle like they never can in the humidity of summer.
No matter how cold it is, I always take a moment to look up on cold nights and see how many of the constellations I can recognize. I call out their names like greeting an old friend, “There’s Orion!” and “Follow the star to Arcturus!”. And all the time I know that I am not the one who really calls the stars. They do not appear for my benefit. They answer a higher call and serve a greater purpose.
Lift your eyes and look to the heavens; who created all these? He who brings out the starry host one by one, and calls them each by name. Because of his great power and mighty strength, not one of them is missing.
The God that created such a dazzling display that we humans have been watching night after night for eons and still have not tired of, that God also looks down upon me and smiles with a tenderness that I cannot understand yet am grateful that it exists.
When I consider your heavens, the works of your fingers, the moon and the stars, which you have set in place, what is man that you are mindful of him, the son of man that you care for him?
The stars dance at His command. The sun sets and rises at His calling. The winds and the waves answer to Him. Hard to imagine that He can hold the universe in one hand and myself in the other. When I stray, He calls me back. When I walk straight, He holds me close.
Who am I that He should even notice?
I am His child.