I am the moon

The 6 year old was reading his science book aloud yesterday, and he said something that froze the day in place. He was reading about the moon, and I guess I was in a really unusual and rare mood where I overthink things too much and try to spiritualize everything *ahem* but anyway...

He read the following:

The Moon is the biggest and brightest thing in the sky at night. It shines but it does not make its own light. The Moon just reflects light from the Sun.

I got lost for a moment, which I would also like to point out is unusual and rare. *ahem* 

But I really did. 

I thought, "Wow. That's me."

I've struggled again with old issues that seems to constantly rear their ugly head here lately. 

And I'm continually reminded that there is nothing, and I do mean nothing, good about me but Him. 

I offer nothing. Anything good or decent or kind or loving or wise or humorous or gentle or patient or hard working or dedicated or patient... (did I say patient twice?)

well, that's just all Him

Because I'm none of those things. 

But that's okay. I'd rather have His good than my good, since my good is bad. 

The science book went on to say that the Moon always keeps the same half of itself to the Earth. 

No one had seen the farside of the Moon until 1959 when the Luna 3 probe orbited the Moon and sent back pictures.

{{I can't be the only one who thought of Pink Floyd when I heard him read that part.}}

But again I thought, "Wow."

Am I careful to only let one side of myself be seen? 

The psudeo-Godly part?

The "I've got it all together and I'm pretty good at this life thing" part?

Or am I transparent to let Him shine more and allow more glory to be given to Him in that He shines brightly where I am so very, very weak?

Then. 

Last night as we were driving home from church, I was flipping through my iPod looking for music for my daughter. She is currently in love with Sara Groves, and I knew I had a few random songs of hers that I wanted to play for Laney.

I saw this title, "You are the Sun." It's a live version of Sara playing at a women's correctional facility that I got for free a while ago. I had not ever listened to it, so I pressed play.

Well.

You are the sun shining down on everyone
Light of the world giving light to everything I see
Beauty so brilliant I can hardly take it in
And everywhere you are is warmth and light

And I am the moon with no light of my own
Still you have made me to shine
And as I glow in this cold dark night
I know I can't be a light unless I turn my face to you

You are the sun shining down on everyone
Light of the world giving light to everything I see
Beauty so brilliant I can hardly take it in
And everywhere you are is warmth and light

And I am the moon with no light of my own
Still you have made me to shine
And as I glow in this cold dark night
I know I can't be a light unless I turn my face to you

Shine on me with your light
Without you I'm a cold dark stone
Shine on me I have no light of my own
You are the sun, you are the sun, you are the sun
And I am the moon

Have I mentioned lately how freaking cool the God we serve is? I mean He's busy holding this universe together and yet He sees fit to bless me with these seemingly tiny yet so monumentally  amazing non-coincidental occurrences. It leaves  me speechless and so very humbly thankful. 

I'll never be a light unless I turn my face to you

I pray that as I struggle through some beautiful yet impossible things the Lord has handed me, that I will keep my face turned to Him. I want to bathe in His warmth, His love. 

Praise the Lord.

Praise the Lord from the heavens,

praise him in the heights above. 

Praise him, all his angels,

praise him, all his heavenly hosts. 

Praise him, sun and moon,

praise him, all you shining stars. 

Praise him, you highest heavens

and you waters above the skies. 

Let them praise the name of the Lord,

for he commanded and they were created. 

He set them in place for ever and ever;

he gave a decree that will never pass away.

Psalm 148

Without you I am a cold dark stone