The Names of Stars and the Place of the Lowly
My dear son,
Though the night sky holds countless stars, I know them and give each its name. To the one who made this vast world, your name matters too. I do not see you as someone merely passing unnoticed among many others.
The eyes that count the stars also attend to people in lowly places. I do not want love that admires distant beauty while missing nearby pain. May your own gaze grow in the kindness that recognizes the worth of one person.
If a name brings gratitude tonight, let us give thanks together. Tell me your story freely. Offer joy as though you were singing with a harp. I warmly welcome you beside me.
With all my love,
Your Father
Psalms 147:4–7
WEB4He counts the number of the stars. He calls them all by their names.
5Great is our Lord, and mighty in power. His understanding is infinite.
6The LORD upholds the humble. He brings the wicked down to the ground.
7Sing to the LORD with thanksgiving. Sing praises on the harp to our God,
A short reflection
The psalm praises the immeasurable wisdom and power of the God who counts and names the stars, and calls for grateful song to the God who lifts up the humble.
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