I have a fascination with the stars.
There is something so intimately distant about these twinkling points of light...
...so close that my fingertips ache to reach out and brush against the velvet night in which they reside...
...and distant enough to make me tremble with a whisper of things far greater and more majestic than I.
I think the stars are God's secret way to keep me humble.
How can think of myself as any great thing when I gaze up into the night...
...realizing that the mighty hand of the King placed each one of those brilliant diamonds upon the cloak of midnight...
...and calls them each by an individual name?
...maybe this is why I love the night.
I find myself most content...most complete...when I am wandering out among the stars late at night...
...for there is something so sacred about those moments under the black sky, lit only by a flickering point of celestial brilliance.
"There are millions of stars, and I love them. But oh, My beloved, I love You so much more. You are not just one in a waving mass of faces...
...you are special...
...you are loved.
You are Mine."
"But all night, Aslan and the Moon gazed upon each other with joyful and unblinking eyes." C.S. Lewis, Prince Caspian
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I look at you and see all the ways a soul can bruise, and I wish I could sink my hands into your flesh and light lanterns along your spine so you know there's nothing but light when I see you. :: Shinji Moon