Last night was amazing. God was so kind to encourage me through one of my favorite things.
About 2 minutes from my house is a hill (hills being rare in fl). Coming up it at night is cool because the sky is very dark and the stars shine out like a thousand sparkling mirrors. (hurrah for the absence of street lights) The moon had just risen and was very low in the sky. Very reddish-brown--it looked like a rock from New Mexico. (not cheese. i've never seen how the moon could look like cheese.) There's a paved road that goes nowhere so I pulled over and turned the car off. I sat there conversing with God a little.
When I got home I went out back and laid in the grass. The stars were so bright, the sky so huge...I couldn't speak if I wanted to. Sometimes they make me feel so small, insignificant and powerless. But not in a mopey sort of way. It's comforting. It reminds me that I'm like one of the smallest pricks of light, resting in God's hands as He controls everything around me. Stars remind me of home. My real, eternal home. I don't know why, there's something in me that feels a closer to God and heaven when I'm alone in the inky darkness under them. I always come inside longing for eternity. Maybe bittersweet? I can't explian it. God's ways are indescribable and leave me in too much awe to communicate well.