"Mama, may I go wish on the stars?"
It is late. We've just come home from a long, but beautiful day.
"Yes, little one. I'll come with you."
I kneel beside this precious child, so small under the expanse above. Bright eyes look deep into mine for a moment... and then to the sky. The soft voice of a little boy rises in the night air.
"Star light, star bright, first star I see tonight. I wish I may. I wish I might. Have this wish I wish tonight."
My mama heart listens intently to hear the wish. What does my baby boy desire? What is his little heart set upon? Can I make his wish come true? I long to know the corners of his heart.
"I wish all wishes would come true," he whispers into the warm black sky.
I know from the way he spoke these words and from the way he ran into the house with a shy smile, that he didn't mean his wishes. He meant what he said, "all wishes". All wishes everywhere... uttered by longing hearts around the world. Wishes uttered in hope, in joy, in grief and in want. Wishes of little boys and little girls and mommies and daddies. Wishes that could change the whole world. Wishes that might seem insignificant if we don't know the rest of the story.
I linger in the dark... closing my eyes... drinking in what this little one has shared. I realize reminders are all around me. I don't make a wish. I don't need to. He is all-sufficient. I've been reminded again. And I smile at the sky. It's a knowing, "I love you, too"... "Goodnight"... kind of smile.
He knows my heart intimately. I can open it wide in the cup of His hands without fear. His love is complete. I need not wish... for He holds me. He knows my needs better than I know myself... and moves to fill them. He knows my wants... and serves to shape them. He knows the bits I have to offer... and he magnifies them. Most importantly, He just is... He is here. And He is all-sufficient.
He's whispered the same words to me long and patient. I hear. I lean into Him and smile. His message comes from every corner... every medium... every loved one... from this precious little boy... it is the same. He is all-sufficient. I have no other need, but what He will fill.
And yet I say unto you, That even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these....
Seek ye first the kingdom of God, and his righteousness; and all these things shall be added unto you.
Take therefore no thought for the morrow : for the morrow shall take thought for the things of itself. Sufficient unto the day is the evil thereof."
Matthew 6: 28-29, 33-34 KJV
He knows. I am reminded. He knows I ache for those who come in pain... I want to fix it. He knows... and He moves. He knows my heart cries out for a world of desperation until I feel I must act in order to breathe. He knows... and He supplies breath. He knows dreams I've held fast for a lifetime have begun to come true... and I stand amazed. He knows... He knit them in my heart... and now sets them soaring. He knows I grow weary and foolish and need a secure place to rest. He knows... He draws my head to his chest. He knows my bent to play, to dance, to sing, to explore, to discover, to be challenged, to get lost in the unknown... He knows and He lets me hear His laughter. He knows I become weak and doubt, stumbling miserably... defiantly. He knows... He waits... He forgives... and we move on. He knows my longing for someone close as the day succumbs to night, but not any someone... His someone. Two wholes, made more whole. He knows precisely what I mean. He knows... and He whispers in my ear. "I am here. I know. Do not forget, child. It was my design in the beginning. I move. I am all-sufficient for you, my beloved. I am.... the I am." In Him I am complete.
I look at that night sky. So majestic. I have no wish... He knows and He moves.
From my very soul,