I See the Moon

The most beautiful moon led me home last night. I knew my cell phone camera wouldn’t do it justice, but I had to try. I knew I’d want to share the moment with y’all.

The moon was perfectly round and startling it it’s brilliance– and, bear with me here, but I felt it’s company. Am I not getting weirder all the time? Wait. Don’t answer that.

I’m not saying the moon was speaking to me, but it’s Maker surely was and the bright shining presence of that full moon was acting like the most visible reminder that I wasn’t alone on the drive.

Of course, I had to sing the moon song. I had to.

I see the moon, the moon sees me.

The moon sees the one I long to see.

So, God bless the moon, and God bless me.

And God bless the one I long to see.

As I sang those lyrics and thought of how many years I’ve lifted that tune, I had a fall down on my face realization– only I didn’t because I was driving. I figured that was best. It hit me that for the first time ever I wasn’t thinking about a person when I sang the lyrics. Not my sweetheart who became my husband and remains my sweetie. Not my children who used to sing it with me word for word. No, I was thinking of the day I would see the One who spoke that orb into existence.

Sometimes I still can’t believe what God has done with this heart.  I have not always loved Jesus.

I don’t know if that was clear as I need it to be so let me try again.

I have not always loved Jesus– not even when I was claiming Him as Savior.

Soon, I’ll tell that story in the release of my next book and how He came to claim my heart. I’m working on the first round of edits right now. They’re due back to Random House shortly. The book will be released in 2014. If we could settle on a title, I’d be sharing it with you right now, but we haven’t, so I can’t.

In the meantime, I’ll be praying that YOU to know this love, too. The knowledge of this Jesus is sweet, but the experience of His love far exceeds it.

He lives.

Hugs,
Shellie