When it gets dark and quiet, and all the world sleeps, I am awake. I look out my window and see the moon, almost full and almost bright, illuminating the passing clouds and shining down on my street, my house, and my cricket.
The cricket sings outside my bedroom window and in the middle-night hours when my children sleep soundly in a tangle of Thomas the Train sheets and matchbox cars, I think about the moon and my cricket.
Have you noticed in the darkness there is light? Have you noticed the silence of night has a song?
There’s comfort in the moon and the cricket.
I took a picture after dinner, of two boys eating peach ice cream.
Peach ice cream with your brother belongs with the cricket and the moon, and hope is two little boys with summer tans and skinned knees on beach towel covered grass.
This world can be the blackest night but a light still shines in the darkness. A song is still sung, worshiping the One who is for peach ice cream and brothers, for crickets, and for moonshine on clouds.
In this belief I tuck my kids in, around their match box cars, and pray over the newspaper. I raise my ice cream cone to the sky and say thank you, because thank you is all one can say…even in the night.
“Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of mercies and the God of all comfort…” 2 Cor. 1:3