Whenever I see a daylight moon, I think of the opening verses of Psalm 19:
"Heaven is declaring God’s glory;
the sky is proclaiming God's handiwork.
One day gushes the news to the next,
and one night informs another what needs to be known.
Of course, there’s no speech, no words—
their voices can’t be heard—
but their sound extends throughout the world;
their words reach the ends of the earth."
There is something deeply grounding about remembering that time continues, minute by minute. The sun, moon, and stars are in their places. Our earth revolves around the sun and spins on its axis, whatever is happening on its surface. All of our pain, all of our joy, is contained in a tiny sliver of breathable air. And yet we can see beyond it to the witness of the heavens to God's presence.
What is it that needs to be known? What do the days and nights tell us? That whatever our pains, whatever our joys, God knows them all. They are held in God's care.
Some look around and see evil and decide there is no God, or if there is a god, that god is either impotent or uncaring. I get it. But for me, I look around and see evil, but I see more good. I see love. I see beauty. I see people caring for one another in the most horrific circumstances. Evil tries to destroy, but love never gives up.
That is the witness of the daylight moon. It reminds us of the glory of God -- infinite, eternal love -- and the ability we have to choose to see it, to witness to it, and to live under its power every day.