Worry swirled around and absorbed me in fruitless conversations I would never have.
Then I looked up and saw the moon in the late twilight sky. A tiny sliver, it stood suspended above the dark blues and oranges of sunset.
"I hung the moon." God whispered to me. "I hung the moon and I can handle this too."
I remembered a prayer from a prior day when I knew I was praying towards sin but did not know what else to ask of God. "Your will be done, Lord, open doors, close the others that lead to no good." Maybe You are doing that for those people who I just failed but would never meet. Maybe this is Your goodness, Your mercy, closing a door for them. I cannot know.
But I can trust You. Of that alone I am certain. Because I could see right ahead. See, You hung the moon.
God made two great lights -- the larger one to govern the day, and the smaller one to govern the night. He also made the stars....And God saw that it was good. (Genesis 1:16,18)