I was wretchedly sick yesterday. In fact, I was so sick that I feared it was the flu, and not just a cold. I could barely get up out of my recliner. I went through two boxes of tissues. I didn't go for a walk for perhaps the first time in fifty years. I am NEVER so sick that I won't at least do a short walk. Yesterday was a banner day for sickness.
But, it was also the best night to view the supermoon that won't return for many years. I HAD to see it for myself. So I researched when moonrise in Charlotte would occur, bundled up, and trudged out into the cold. No moon. Now we are on a hill, but there are many trees all around. The moon would have to rise a little while to clear the treetops.
I trudged back inside and collapsed in my recliner. For the next hour, I gathered my feeble strength, and returned outside to scan the skies every few minutes. No moon.
Finally, a full hour after moonrise, now on my last legs, I stumbled outside. There it was, finally, peeking above a neighbor's house. I stood in the bitter cold, glad I had seen it. If I must die from my exertions, so be it. Some things, one must make the effort to see.
I had worked all day, in between sneezing and naps, on my new book. The good part about not being able to do anything but sit in the recliner all day is I nearly finished the first draft. I need about another ten thousand words to clean up all the loose ends, and my sequel to Unlikely Friends is a wrap!
In one section of the book, the heroine is contemplating the origin of the universe. She consults the book of Genesis 1:16, and reads: “And God made two great lights; the greater light to rule the day, and the lesser light to rule the night: he made the stars also.”
I love the moon. The moon reflects the light of the sun. As Christians, we reflect the light of the Son. The brighter He shines in our life, the brighter our reflection of His love in a fallen and dark world. As I watched the huge, bright moon climbing slowly above the treetops, I prayed, "Lord, may I be a supermoon too."