I sat outside tonight. The moon had just risen over the ocean and the stars were out by the 1000s. The moon was a perfect half moon, golden in light, shining onto the water below.
I love looking at the night time sky, it always puts life into perspective and overwhelms me with awe.
Tonight, however I didn't just feel like I was looking up at the sky, but that the sky was looking down on me. My heart was pounding, my breathing stopped and my spirit was completely overwhelmed as I felt one with the sky. Connected to its magic.
For a moment I sat there like this.
Then I remembered who I was and where I was and lost touch of this oneness. I began to think instead of how little we see. I knew I was looking up into the heavens, seeing 1000s of stars shining before me and shooting past me. What I was looking at was so beautiful, yet such a small fraction of what the night time sky really is.
And isn't this life.
How little do I see.
How limited is my understanding, how narrow my perspective.
If only my mindset could be eternal, if only I could not become consumed by the details of each day and live within the enormity of God's plan, possibilities, miracles and love.
What would I then see? How would I then live?
