So she gazed..

It was 4:30am and I had this thought to go outside. 

So I did. 

The magestic sky that I was greeted by was unimaginable. It's clearness, the wonder, the beauty tugged at me to lay beneath them at just gaze. 

So I did. 

The stars twinkled. They made shapes, and they drew lines. They had milky hazes, which reminded me how far away, how perfectly tiny I was. Here are millions of stars viewable from my trampoline at 4:30, and how I ever thought that I was so important, so big, will never be known to me. There is so much more than me. 

And then, against the black sky and the twinkling planets, I saw one; a small streak in the sky, a fleeting wish. A wish too small and scary to let ourselves wish for for more than those split seconds. 

That's right. I saw a shooting star. 

I've seen a handful of those in my time, but every time I see one, I still gasp and mutter a surprised "oh wow!". 

We live on a beautiful planet. Amongst the dirt, the turmoil, and twisted beings called humans, there is beauty. There isn't chaos in the sky. We can still look UP and realize that we are watched over. The same hands that created those twinkling stars, created my blonde hair and blue eyes, my capable hands and my wondering mind. 

What an amazing Creator. 

... To know the mysteries of god... My turn will come. 

I think this is just what I needed to see.