I’m currently spending a month in New Zealand, mainly the South Island.
I knew enough to spend a decent chunk of time in Queenstown.
Like, a full week.
Queenstown, the adventure capital of the world.
I was not disappointed, and I had the most fantastic week there. I didn’t do any of AJ Hackett’s crazy activities. I did eat a Fergburger (two, actually). I didn’t do a sky dive. I did hike to the top of Ben Lomond. I didn’t swim in the lake at night. I did drink cocktails from a teapot at World Bar.
As most travellers in Australasia do, I was looking at ‘book me’ for deals in things that I might be interested in. And I found one. The highlight. Stargazing at the top of the skyline.
Ever since I was a little girl I’ve loved looking up at the stars. As a sixteen year old I chose to study a physics a-level, and one of my favourite holiday memories is looking at the stars from the deck of a ship in the Arctic circle.
Queenstown star gazing took my breath away. You could see the whole milky way- there was almost no light pollution. When looking at the stars, I cannot comprehend how people could consider that there isn’t anything greater than us. A greater being.
In the psalms(147:4), David writes ‘He counts the stars and He knows them by name‘. When I let that settle in, it blows my mind. As a Y2 teacher, we did a topic on space, and as we learned together (!) we discovered that there is more stars in space than all of earths grains of sand. Indescribable. In Genesis (1:14) there is a throwaway line ‘He also made the stars‘. Our God is that big that creating the immeasurable amount of stars was no biggie. Looking up at the night sky and the infinite beauty it holds reassures me in the love my Father has for me. Why wish upon a star, when you can pray to the one that created it?!