Every night, as I walk my dog, I like to number the stars. I think of each one as a special message of love from my Heavenly Father to me. And each night, I count an additional star for a blessing I’ve received that day.
Usually I admire the stars while I walk the dog at night, but tonight was special. I got to marvel at a star-filled sky from the side of the road in the middle of nowhere, with no city lights or noises to mar the experience. (Don’t worry Mom, I didn’t get out of the car… I just leaned out the window.) It was magnificent.
This time of year can be hard for me, and I miss living in a place where my only neighbors were the twinkling constellation kind, but tonight was a reminder that even though I can’t see them as clearly, my stars are still there. I’m grateful for a Father who loves me enough to remind me every night as the sun goes down.