The Moon

I "love" the moon. My favorite one is a full, orange moon. This week God has blessed me with a most beautiful scene. Each night that we've had a full moon, I've looked in our backyard and seen something amazing. The moonlight was so bright it created shadows of our oak trees on the snow. It was like you were looking at a black and white photo - only better (it was 3 D). I couldn't help but think about how awesome God was to create the moon. I know it has something to do with the ocean waves - which are also one of my favorite creations; but looking at the moon or its effects on the landscape brings me such pleasure. (Not to mention, a full moon is romantic.) In my mind, I imagine people throughout time who have looked up at that same moon. What were they thinking when they looked at the moon? Did Mary and Joseph travel to Bethlehem by a full moon? Did the pilgrims have a full moon to watch as they crossed the ocean? I think of those who explored the West, walking behind covered wagons, and then seeing the full moon over them as they slept beneath their wagons. I think of soldiers around the world who are looking up at the same moon as their loved ones at home. When I looked out the window at the moon and its light this week, I couldn't help but feel that God was bathing the Earth with His night light of love. Each time, I uttered a prayer of thanks to God for giving me the privilege of seeing His beauty here on Earth...