humanity – The Wild Gems

“The heavens declare the glory of God; the skies proclaim the work of his hands. Day after day they pour forth speech; night after night they reveal knowledge.”

Psalm 19:1-2

Have you ever looked up at the sky and felt something stir deep inside you? Maybe it was the brilliance of a sunrise, painting the world in soft golds and pinks. Maybe it was a night sky so full of stars that it made you feel small, yet somehow seen.

Psalm 19:1-2 tells us that the sky isn’t just beautiful—it’s speaking.

What if creation itself is a message from God? What if every sunrise is a reminder that His mercies are new every morning? What if every sunset whispers, Rest, I am still here?

Too often, we rush through life, missing the ways God is revealing Himself. We glance at the sky but don’t really see it. We hear the wind but don’t listen. We admire nature but don’t recognize it as a message. Yet, this verse reminds us—creation is speaking. God is always speaking.

Are we paying attention?

The next time you step outside, take a moment. Look at the sky. Notice the way the clouds move, the way the sun warms your skin, the way the stars seem to stretch endlessly beyond what you can comprehend.

Let it remind you—God is present. He is vast yet personal, powerful yet gentle, distant yet closer than your own breath.

The sky is speaking.

Are you listening?

Have you ever wondered who remembers you—and why? I often think about the strangers who remain vivid in my mind, sometimes for the smallest, most random moments. You never know how a single encounter might linger in someone’s life—or how you might have touched theirs.

There’s one memory I carry with me that I still wonder about, even now, nearly twenty years later. It was nighttime, and I was crying in my car—not bawling, but tears were quietly streaming down my face. I pulled up to a red light and glanced out the window. In the car next to me, a stranger looked back. His face was filled with genuine concern as he mouthed, “Are you okay?”

I nodded, assuring him I was fine, even though I wasn’t. The light turned green, and just like that, the moment ended.

What I noticed after I drove away was that I had been seen. This stranger didn’t just glance over; he noticed me. He waited for me to meet his eyes before silently asking if I was okay. Even now, as I write this, I’m thinking about him. I can’t remember what he looked like, but I’ll never forget the care in his expression.

It makes me realize how much people care—sometimes even without knowing us. When we see someone hurting, we feel it too. Empathy can be immediate and unspoken.

I’ve always believed that if I had shaken my head, if I had signaled that I wasn’t okay, this person would have followed me or stopped to help. That’s the depth of concern I felt in that fleeting moment.

For the record, I remember why I was crying that night—I had just had a fight with my boyfriend. But what stayed with me wasn’t the fight or the tears. It was the stranger’s compassion, so simple yet profound.

Sometimes, I wonder if he remembers me—the girl crying in the car at a red light. Maybe he doesn’t. But the fact that he cared enough to check on me is something I’ll always carry.

Some memories stay with us because they make us feel something. And those feelings—those moments of connection—can’t be erased.

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