“He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds. He counts the number of the stars; He calls them all by name.” Psalm 147: 3-4
He calls them all by name. Looking up into the night sky when we have the opportunity to be out and away from the city lights, it’s unfathomable for me to imagine even being able to count the number of stars, much less call them all by name.
If my Creator knows all this about the stars, how much more does He know about me? HE knows me intimately. HE knows everything – even the things I don’t even know about myself.
There have been times in life when I have built walls around my heart, wanting to protect myself from hurt. Not wanting others to know the turmoil, the trials, the pain I felt. His Love and Mercy and Compassion spread over me, like bandages on a wound. He never grows tired of being the Healer.
So as I look into the night sky, I count the joy of each and every star my eyes can see. They remind me of how He calls me by name.