The first night there I waited until everyone was asleep and I slipped out behind our cabin. We were positioned at the edge of the campground. It was pitch black, except for the stars. I sat under a tree and sobbed and sobbed. I knew the answer already, but I found myself asking God, “Do you see me?” As I asked this, I found myself looking up into the heavens, as if I could see Him and ask Him face-to-face. Instead, I saw millions of twinkling stars. I felt God stir my heart. He asked, “Do you see these stars?” Of course I did. They were the only light over the still, still campground. He reminded me that He had given each of those stars a name. And, of course, if inanimate objects like stars have names, how much more God knows ME – and the all the hurt and concerns happening in my heart right now.
Thou art the Potter, I am the clay.
Mold me and make me after Thy will,
While I am waiting, yielded and still.
Search me and try me, Master, today!
Whiter than snow, Lord, wash me just now,
As in Thy presence humbly I bow.
Wounded and weary, help me, I pray!
Power, all power, surely is Thine!
Touch me and heal me, Savior divine.
Hold o’er my being absolute sway!
Fill with Thy Spirit till all shall see
Christ only, always, living in me.