Finding our Life in the Magnificent Maker of the Stars

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The humidity hung on my shirt, sticky and dense. I felt heavy trying to take in a breath as my cab whizzed through Queens and into Manhattan, taking me home after a summer spent in my heart's home: the beautiful mountains of the Pacific Northwest, full of glacier lakes and lush beauty. Back in the city, all I could see was grime. Trash piled high on sidewalks, crumbling concrete, dull paint. I closed my eyes and cringed as my children called out that they spotted the Chrystler Building, now The Empire State's tip, and the Freedom Tower beyond. What were were doing here? Why were we forsaking beauty and nature and wide open spaces? Even as they celebrated the familiar scene of a city that was home for them, all I could see was grey and bleak.

The next day, in an attempt to brighten my disposition, I suggested a trek to the American Museum of Natural History. We entered the Planetarium and were seated for a show about the expansion of space and the beauty of the stars. The narrator's deep voice spoke of the vastness of the Universe as we reclined back in our soft chairs and lights swirled above us, simulating virtual travel throughout our solar system and beyond. 

It was really quite beautiful. The show was exhilarating and my children's eyes were wide as they gazed above at the glory of the heavens. But then, the picture slowed and a fuzzy sound echoed. Radio waves had picked up the noise we often hear when the television goes black and white, but it was a sound that was expanding everywhere, in proportion to the growth of the Universe. Astronomers began to explain that they can pin point this sound as being there at the very moment that the Universe began. At the very time the stars came into existence, it seems they were preceded by this noise. This Word. Goosebumps rose on my arms. 

"In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God. He was in the beginning with God. All things were made through him, and without him was not any thing made that was made. In him was life, and the life was the light of men. The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome it. -John 1: 1-5

Stars were formed and worlds were made and are made and sustained by the Word alone. And now, even in the heavens, the sound, the sound that is undeniably present and real has been made known as the source of the Universe, even to those who do not know him, who do not put their trust in him. I sunk low in my seat, frozen; taking in the wonder of the King of my heart as I saw his light twinkling in the stars of the Planetarium. This beauty, this light, this was everywhere and there was the promise that it would never be run through by darkness but rather shine into every crevice as the light of men. 

"To live only within the mundane restrictions of daily life is not to be alive at all. We are fully alive only when we seek to hear the melody of his song and see the treasures that yield a clue to his majesty." -Sally Clarkson

 And this Magnificent Maker of the Stars is the one who lays a feast before me. He is the one who welcomes me to his table and begs me to eat. He is the one who longs to nourish my soul with his very self and stretch my life beyond my borders. And here I was, complaining just twenty-four hours before about my circumstances, wanting things my own way. But, what was once bleak and gray before my eyes fades in the glory of his light. Thanksgiving replaced discontent in the presence of Christ. As I gaze and marvel at the beauty of my Creator, my capacity grows, stretches and transforms, and I find myself tucked into His life. 

I think that as we encounter the glory of the God who hung the stars in place, our hearts soften. We are able to repent and humble ourselves before God, as daughters who will choose to walk faithfully with he who walks with us. 

Is there something today that is keeping you from truly seeing the majesty of Christ? Is there something bleak that is blinding the true light of the living Word in your life? Would you turn it over to him today and ask that he give you a greater sense of his wonder and majesty?

Praying with you for the wonder of the Lord who fills the earth to fill your heart,

Kristen at www.hopewithfeathers.com

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Kristen Kill

Kristen is a Northwest native who grew up surrounded by family, books, alpine peaks and lots of green. She never thought she’d leave. And when she did, she landed in a lot of concrete in a city that shapes the world’s culture. Now she's figuring out a life that she longs to have marked by gratitude and grace, good food and conversation; beauty, art and homeschooling all squeezed into a Manhattan apartment. She writes about living with intention as a wife and mother of four in the midst of a city that makes her heart beat just a little bit faster every time she walks outside at Hope With Feathers. She also relishes in her role as the Editor of The Better Mom and loves sharing snippets of her life on Instagram.

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