She loves to see the moon and stars
and hates the clouds that hide them
she loves the smell of dune and sea
and longs to play beside them
she loves the God of earth and sky
she loves the Hand that made them
the treasure of her faith and love -
I pray she'll never trade them.
Eliannah really really loves the moon. She searches for it at night and tells me how much she hates it when it is too cloudy to see it. Her simple delight at God's handywork has made me appriciate the things I've taken for granted and see again through her eyes how delightful and vast the dark celing we live under.
The heavens are telling the glory of God ... Psalm 19
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