This weekend Liezl, the girls and I had the opportunity to get away with close friends to a game farm near Bela-Bela in Limpopo. The ladies left early on Friday but Dave, his daughter Lauren and I had Bible study commitments and so left later that evening. To say that Saturday was the perfect day for me is an understatement. We played some cards in the morning, spent some time in the sun watching the kids swimming around lunchtime, went on a game drive later in the afternoon and ended the evening by braaing at a bush lodge in the middle of the African expanse.
Life rushes by so quickly. As a kid I can remember looking up at Hailey’s Comet with my parents in the 80’s. It feels like yesterday. I don’t think I’ve looked up at the stars since. The conversation had been good and the night was starting to draw to a close, so procuring one of the sun chairs next to the pool I lay down, looked up and contemplated on not much in particular. It wasn’t long until Kaitlyn, my oldest daughter, came and joined me, later followed by the rest of the party. And there we were, friends and family, eight of us, watching the stars under an African sky.
It was clear. I mean really, really crystal clear. Bela-Bela itself is a one horse town in the middle of nowhere and Mabula, the farm we were on, is about 30 km’s West of it. The stars played their part glimmering and flicking like tiny little diamonds on a dark velvet backdrop. Memories of science classes trickled back as I identified constellations on the breathtakingly beautiful crisp canvass in front of me.
We must have seen ten satellites every ten minutes and shooting stars were a dime a dozen. As a group we chatted a bit while soaking in the awesome view displayed in front of us with oooh’s and aaah’s with each cosmic cascade. It was perfect. An enchanted theatre. Unreal.
Kaitlyn, lying on my chest, said in an almost reverent way, “Daddy it’s so big.”
“Yes, it’s like a canvas isn’t it. Who’s the painter?” I replied to her.
We spent some time looking above and I know I for one spent some time thinking within. After a while we had to go. I grudgingly left. Not wanting to but knowing we had to.
This evening, when I went and prayed with the girls, I asked Kaitlyn what her high of the weekend was.
“Watching the stars with you last night,” was the reply.
My heart sang because truthfully that was the highlight of the year for me.
Psalm 19 verses 1 – 2 says: