Goodnight Moon

December is upon us. Literally. When I left for school it was slightly overcast and cool enough that I wore a jacket. When I emerged from the Truett cave, it was raining and 42 degrees. This is Texas, it's not supposed to be 42 degrees until mid-January. Needless to say, sandals were not a good idea. Tomorrow I will wear proper feet attire- maybe even socks.

The cold has a way of making me wish I lived in the country. Not the rainy part, but to be in a field in the cold, no light pollution, just clear nights in the cold looking up at the stars. My favorite memory from high school comes from a similar scenario.

My senior year of high school the executive board of the student council when to an Advanced Leadership retreat at Mo Ranch. For those unfamiliar with Mo Ranch, it is a camp in Hunt, Texas (read- middle of nowhere Texas). We arrived around Valentine's Day and it was in the mid-30s. That first night we had a light snow. Strong enough that we could see the dust on the railings, but light enough that it was just pleasant and not oppressive. The second night we left our session and were headed away from the camp proper for a campfire. As a girl who spent nearly all of her time in Houston, I never knew how majestic stars could be.

That night when I looked up the sky was a glow with stars. One of those nights when you can't really discern the constellations because the stars produce enough light pollution that they all blur together. I think it was at that moment that I first really understood how infinite God was. I could reason that there were a lot of stars that I couldn't see from the city, but I never imagined exactly how infinite the universe is. How there aren't just more stars, there are more stars than can be perceived. And it hit me. God was like the stars. I could try to reason how infinite God is, but I'll never be able to fully comprehend that infinity.

You would think that would make me feel so small and insignificant, but it didn't. Instead it made me feel so connected with all the other small and insignificant pieces of the universe.

So goodnight moon. You may light the world, but the stars light my life.