A history of God and me part 23

 Wow, the two prior postings in this series were August of 2021 and August of 2007. I hadn't realized it had been so long since I wrote of God. Wow.

Out under the stars at a dark country site during the summer of 2021. It was the first time back into this beautiful hobby in four years. Sadly, it was the last time I have observed the worlds above. But I digress. 

Having not observed the night skies in many a moon I felt rusty and a tad apprehensive doing so. But there was no real reason to be. The skies opened up, and it was an unbelievable night.

The observing field had maybe a dozen people on it, most of whom were doing imaging. They were not observing.  Just capturing fabricated unrealistic images that one can find anywhere on the net (and be grossed out by).  But I digress.

I recall praying to God to help me just enjoy His heavens for what they are and not become frustrated with rusty observing techniques. I recall being preoccupied with my daughter and wondering if she had access now to that infinite universe above.  I talked to God. I talked to her.

As the field imagers did their thing I did mine (real observing) and one by one it got quiet as they gave up for the night when clouds began rolling around.  But then they began rolling away and the night smiled on me.

I was able to locate objects quickly (not in such a rusty fashion) and God smiled.  I thanked Him for the heavenly beauty revealed to these eyes that night. I thanked my daughter for her life and told her I couldn't wait to see her again.  Words can't fully describe the ethereal almost transcendent experience of that night, so I won't attempt it.

However, it was a spiritual night that provided some much-needed healing for the moment.

"The heavens are telling of the glory of God; and their expanse is declaring the work of His hands" (Psalms 19:1)