This weekend we camped under the blue moon.

After a scorching day of swimming, camp food and the chatter and screech of a multitude of children, I lay on the front porch of the cabin listening to the symphony of the wild. Beside me, Jessie Pearl lay sleeping, snuggled up to Olive the Dane. Eddie Poe the crow found his spot next to me on the clothesline and perched with this head in his wing. The blue moon bathed Dove Hollow in white light and made me not mind the burn ban so much.

As the crickets chirp and the moonlight ripples on the water, I consider the heavens, the work of His hands and the moon and the stars that He set in place. In the quiet wide open I see the glory of God everywhere I look and I wonder with David, “What is man that you are mindful of him, and son of man that you care for him?”

And then I rejoice because I know for sure that He is mindful of minuscule me.