Stars.
They’ve come up so often in the past few months that I’ve been on the Race, that each time something comes up involving them, I find myself appreciating that distant creation so much.
Back in Belize during our first debrief, there was a night where I was seriously struggling with a lot of lies I’d either been surrounded with or long heard to the point where I fully believed them.
I walked out onto the pier. It was pitch black; the brightest lights were the stars. On the pier…it was a feeling I don’t think I’d ever experience anywhere else. The water was just as black as the night sky above me, like I’d just walked out into space itself. Just the pitch black, the stars sparkling brighter than ever, and me in the middle.
I laid there for a while looking up at the stars, amazed as I saw so many shooting stars zip across my view.
It was so peaceful on the outside, yet on the inside it felt as if a hurricane was hitting me. I didn’t want to be vulnerable about what I was going through or had gone through. The last time I was vulnerable on just a little part, it didn’t end well.
That’s when God went, “Look at every star you see and name a truth about yourself.”
That was the first time they came up.
Fast forward to Honduras.
This is the part where I want to mention something very interesting. During our ministry, one of my teammates and I were able to participate in a painting activity. I wasn’t sure what to paint, so I painted the first thing that came to my mind.
It was a struggle at first, but then a picture began to form: mountains and overhead were the stars, shining so bright.
Just this event by itself doesn’t really particularly stand out, but it wasn’t until the next events where the painting ended up as more than just a random image.
Check it out in my next blog post!
TO BE CONTINUED…
