The idea of home came up today and I was reminded of something.
Before I came out here, I was weighing my options and trying to decide what my next move was going to be. The time was approaching where a decision needed to be made, and I was somewhat scared and uncertain.
I was driving home from my grandparents’ house one night while this was rolling around in my mind, stirring up some anxieties.
I looked up to the sky and I saw the stars shining brightly above me. It was a clear night and the stars appeared extra brilliant. I felt a sense of awe and the thought came to me, “As long as I have these stars, I will be okay.”
My anxieties, while not quite melted away, quieted and settled inside me.
It was the constancy of the stars. knowing each night they would make their appearance again and that I could, at the very least, rely on that.
That I could seek comfort there, however unfamiliar the rest of my surroundings may seem.
That with them, I am always at home and never alone. Even if, by the light of the sun, I cannot see them.