The same God who named every star — every single one, across every galaxy, across distances so vast that li…
“He heals the broken in heart, and binds up their wounds. He counts the number of the stars. He calls them all by their names.” — Psalm 147:3-4 (WEB)
The Psalmist puts these two images side by side for a reason. Star-counting and wound-binding. The cosmic and the intimate. The infinite and the individual. And the juxtaposition is the whole point — because loneliness tells you that you’re too small to matter.
These live among our psalms for lonely hearts — one psalm, one honest echo, every morning.
Quietly with you,
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