Moonlight Last Night

Morning Full Moon

Image by Fields of View via Flickr

“….and dance by the light of the moon.” (from Buffalo Gals)

I’ve mentioned before, one of the perks, of having moved to the country, is the open sky.

I absolutely love it.

There is something about it, that is both awe inspiring and peaceful at the same time.

Last night my husband and I were driving back home, from town.

The fading light of dusk was upon us, and the moon was making its appearance.

A beautiful, perfectly round, golden moon.

I stared at it for the entire drive home. Mesmerized.

I ran inside, grabbed my camera, and tried to capture the essence of the full moon on this cool September evening.

I failed miserably. My camera doesn’t do well in the dark. I was disappointed that all I got was a dot of light.


I wanted more.

I stood in my driveway, looking out over the cornfield, staring at what God had created.

I didn’t want to come inside.

Silently worshiping God …in that moment.

Right there in the driveway, in the evening quiet.

“God made two great lights–the greater light to govern the day and the lesser light to govern the night. He also made the stars.”  Genesis 1:16 NIV

It’s All Grace

I had just returned  from an early morning walk.

I was struck by the beauty of this scene…a  scene right in my front yard.

I’m so glad I took the time to snap the picture.

My peaceful morning picture.

I enjoy looking at it. Over and over again.

Saturday night I was completely awestruck by the beauty of the “super” moon. The moon was huge. And perfect.

The light it cast was reflecting on the winter lake across the road. Out here, in rural America we have “winter water lakes” .  The lakes are not real lakes. In our case, the farmer across the road has a low spot in his field. The rain and snow melt cause a lake to form. It doesn’t last forever but, for now the geese and ducks love it….and so do I.

The moonlight rippled across the water. The black silhouette of a still bare tree. The moon. The beautiful moon.

I had a difficult time pulling my gaze away from the scene.

I could hear frogs croaking in the darkness, along with the shrill sound of a killdeer.

I attempted to take a picture. I wanted to capture the beauty of the moment. Alas, my camera was unable to accurately copy the night time scene. My picture was dark.  I wonder if  catching moonlight is even possible?  I ended up with a dark picture with a white spot in the middle…which was the moon. No aura. No still beauty. No moonlight.

I wanted to savor the moment so I grabbed my Eurcharisteo journal…and I gave thanks.

#281  bright moon, close to Earth

#282  cool night air

#283  silhouette of bare tree under moonlight

#284  moon mirrored in the winter lake, in the field

#285   enjoying the beauty of God

#286   afternoon nap

#287  snuggling

#288  breath taking views

#289  pink

#290  the awe in the Almighty

#291  warm sweater

#292  smooth hair

#293  my tall son

#294  blue tennis shoes

# 295  Jeremiah 31:9

#296 comfortable clothes

#297  early morning quiet

#298 breakfast

#299 sunlight on the barn

#300 the mail van stopping at my house

It’s all by His grace. Every bit of it.

As I’ve been writing down in my notebook…. filling it with eucharisteo, I have become more and more aware of this fact.

If you are interested in reading more, click on the Multitudes on Mondays graphic in the right hand column.