What is it about a starry night that makes me think of God?
Maybe it's the romance of it-- a twinkling heaven above. Maybe it's the vastness of creation, the reminder that the world is so much greater than I can imagine.
Whatever the case, as I walked with Grant under the canopy of stars a few nights ago, my thoughts turned as usual toward the One who "brings out the starry host one by one, and calls them each by name" (Isaiah 40:26). I imagined Him in heaven, my loving Father watching over His children.
Then a realization came to me.
He had been thinking about me before I had even thought of Him.
He never stops thinking about me. Or Grant. Or any of His children.
It's not just when we turn to Him that He turns to us in response. It's not just when we call out to Him in prayer that He gives His attention to us.
We are on His mind. All. The. Time.