Looking up at the thousands of stars in the Texas sky, it’s easy to get lost in it. It’s easy to lose count in such a beautiful sky. It’s easy to feel small and it’s easy to lose your light when looking upon something as bright.
How can I find my way in such a place and how can I be seen? How can I be heard and how can I aspire to be who I am meant when competing for such a small star?
It is not vain glory that’s sought, it is seeking that which you are meant to be. Hard pressed, shaken down and overflowing yet I will continue to go outside and look up at the stars. But hopefully I won’t question the stars.