The Flower Moon and the Psalms

A Reflection on God’s Creation

The Flower Moon and the Psalms: A Reflection on God’s Creation

I originally had already written a piece for today called “Eclipses & Emotions,” but it will have to wait for another day. I am working to try and keep many of the things I write about relevant to the celestial events that are happening around us. There is always something exciting happening in our night sky, so it only makes sense to keep things relevant. Who knows? Maybe you will learn something new!

Tonight is a full moon, also known as the “Flower Moon.” Native Americans used the lunar cycles to track the seasons, and with spring in the air, this is where the flower moon gets its name. Some tribes called it the “Budding Moon” or the “Planting Moon.”

There is something almost poetic about standing beneath the light of the Flower Moon as it fills the night sky, bathed in its soft glow; it feels like an open invitation to reflect. I honestly never get tired of watching any full moon come into view. It is a moment of quiet revelation when creation speaks, and my heart remembers truths I have long buried.

Like the waxing and waning of the moon, my spiritual journey moves in cycles. There are seasons of growth when faith blooms effortlessly, stretching toward heaven like wildflowers kissed by the sun. And there are seasons of barrenness, when doubt settles like winter frost, and I feel distant, lost in the wilderness of my uncertainty. It is in those moments when my soul can ache for direction. I am learning to remember to pause in these moments, and then I am reminded of David’s cries in the Psalms:

"My soul is weary with sorrow; strengthen me according to your word." (Psalm 119:28)

The Psalms have always been an anchor of words from a man who understood the weight of despair yet never let go of hope. His words remind me that it is okay to feel lost, but I am never truly without a path back.

Spiritual growth is not found in the grand gestures, nor in the impossible pursuit of perfection. It is in the daily discipline of seeking God. I make every effort to find time in the morning to try and make this a priority. I use the Bible app with a friend, and we do devotionals together. We have been doing this for years; his dedication is unmatched, but I do try to keep his pace. It is an incredible way for accountability to be in place.

It is these quiet mornings spent in scripture that I learn to trust that every moment in His presence, no matter how small, is sacred.

Creating a routine of spiritual renewal begins with grace. It means allowing myself to simply begin one verse, one prayer, or one step at a time. It means understanding that growth is slow but certain, like the unfolding of petals under the warmth of daylight or when a moonflower opens its petals under the full moon’s light. Look it up; these flowers are incredible and grow very well here in the South.

It is impossible to look at the world today and not feel the weight of uncertainty. I have a hard time watching the news now; there seems to just be so much happening. Wars rage, injustice thrives, hearts grow cold, and hope feels fragile, like something that could be taken in an instant. But even in this, the Flower Moon reminds me that light still reaches the darkest places.

The enemy would have us believe that despair is the final chapter, that there is no redemption for what has been broken. But scripture tells a different story:

"The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome it." (John 1:5)

No matter how hopeless things appear, we serve a God who restores, who revives, who turns mourning into dancing. He does not abandon His creation; He does not abandon us. Hope is not just a word; it is the promise written in the very fabric of creation.

So, if you find yourself staring at the sky, searching for reassurance, let the Flower Moon remind you: The light always returns. The seasons shift, and renewal comes. And when all feels hopeless, God is still writing a story of redemption, one that begins and ends in love.