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As I lay upon a grassy bald in the Great Smoky Mountains on a clear August night, I gaze at the stars and muse about my Creator, the source of all dynamic energy. A tear forms in my eye as I contemplate whether or not he cares about someone as insignificant as me. After all, who am I in his grand scheme of things? A nobody. A nothing. A tiny speck of dust in a seemingly endless universe, full of amazing wonders and mysteries. 

I pluck a blade of grass for no other reason than it is there and stare at it for a moment. How many blades of grass must cover the earth, I wonder to myself. Each tiny blade is made of many cells. And each cell contains chloroplasts which are like tiny factories, taking in sunlight and carbon dioxide and turning them into energy in an amazing process called photosynthesis. The green color is worthy of contemplation too. The chlorophyll in the plant absorbs all the colors of the light spectrum except green, which is how it then appears to our eyes. But grass doesn't just cover the land and add to its beauty. It is food for countless living creatures on earth. All these things I have known for years but never gave it much thought till tonight. Why now?

Then it hits me like a warm zephyr. If God put so much thought into creating a blade of grass, he must care about me! Was I not made in his image and likeness? Do I not possess the divine qualities of love, justice, power and wisdom? Does my heart not cry out for the innocents killed in frivolous and unjustifiable wars? Do I not bleed for victims of abuse and neglect? And does my soul not long for a close relationship with my Maker, who has promised better times in the days ahead? 

The stars look different now, warmer. The full moon an orb of peace and comfort, hanging in the heavens for my delight. I am loved. I am important. And I will forever be grateful to the One who taught me this invaluable lesson on a hot August night in the Smoky Mountain National Park.

epiphany strikes
stars above gifting insight
me, part of the whole
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