
One of the many gifts of growing up on a farm is the deep, dark blanket of a sky that awaits you each night. Witnessing my first shooting star felt liking catching a quick wink from heaven. There were many nights spent camping on the trampoline trying to fight sleep to wait for these little cosmic phenomenons. Sometimes I would create a list of the things I would like to wish for on my next shooting star.. longer hair, catching Santa in the act, a new pony.. There was always something worth wishing for. Although I don't think I ever used the list. There is something mystical about the moment you witness falling stars. The list seems to fade and God shines a quick light on your heart's true desire. All you can really do is marvel and pray He has read the one you hope for at night.
I still find myself searching for them and, yes, there is still quite a list of currents wishes. But now when a star falls i simply wink up at the sky. I know He's got a plan and I am more than ready to start building by using the very same tools that fixed the stars in the heavens.
Exactly!
ReplyDeleteYou're marvellous! You have an amazing gift to transmit your thoughts to paper! (well, in this case blog) You have an amazing mind!(:
Thank you so much Emmi. I'm so glad you enjoy the blogs:) it means the world.
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I loved it. You have such an amazing talent. I know that you have never heard that before ;-)
ReplyDeleteLove this one Charlotte!
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