I see the moon...

When I look at Your heavens, the work of Your fingers, 

the moon and the stars, which You have set in place, 

what is man that You are mindful of him, 

and the son of man that You care for him? (Psalm 8:3-4)

My dear one,

What a beautiful moon was out tonight! When I gaze at the moon it brings back memories of my mother's bedtime rituals with me when I was a very small girl. No matter the weather, every evening included our raising of the bedroom window to peer out into the darkness... Sometimes a biting cold and swirling snow, sometimes humid stillness punctuated with crickets. We'd always look for the moon together.

The moon riding alone through the night sky assures me that there is something lovely in solitary quietness. Yes, there is beauty in loneliness because it leads me to seek the Lord.

"The sweetest thing in all my life has been the longing" (C. S. Lewis, Till We Have Faces).

"What else does this longing and helplessness proclaim, but that there was once in each person a true happiness, of which all that now remains is the empty print and trace? We try to fill this in vain with everything around us, seeking in things that are not there the help we cannot find in those that are there. Yet none can change things, because this infinite abyss can only be filled with something that is infinite and unchanging—in other words, God himself. God alone is our true good" (Blaise Pascal, Pensées).

Dearest, may you find God to be your true good, indeed your truest and best blessing, as you perhaps look out tonight on the same moon... 

All my love, 

Me