And the moon sees me.
God bless the moon,
And God bless me.”
I went to feed my dogs last night and I caught a glimpse of it. Of course my camera and photography skills can not do it justice.
I was looking through the oak trees and it was shrouded in clouds and carried a spooky air.
“He covers the face of the moon, spreading his clouds over it.” Job 26:9
It reminded me of a graveyard scene my sister drew when she was in the fifth grade that I copied. Stone cold graves carved with RIP resting on hills underneath thin clouds floating across the moon. My picture wasn’t as good as hers. My hills were too humpy. My clouds were too puffy.
In this picture above, I changed the setting on my camera to “night” and it lit up the foreground, giving it a different look.
This morning when I awoke, my bedroom was cast with the light from the moon. But really the moon has no light of it’s own, only a reflection from the sun. It’s a little deceiving isn’t it? I took this picture this morning. The moon wasn’t as close, just a pinpoint in the sky.
Funny how things so big can appear so small.
When you’re lonesome and missing someone, do you gaze at the moon and does it remind you that it is smiling on both you and the one you’re missing?
Even though the world is so large, and the miles are so vast, the moon gathers the two of you under it’s light and holds you in the same place and time.
Unless of course the one you’re missing is across the world, then it’s daylight over there, and this whole romantic notion is ppppffffffttttttt.
When I consider your heavens,
the work of your fingers,
the moon and the stars,
which you have set in place,
4 what is mankind that you are mindful of them,
human beings that you care for them?
Psalm 8:3-4
Have a wonderful full-moon Friday.
Angel Wheeler 
