ever since i can remember, i’ve had glow in the dark stars on my ceiling. i am also extremely near-sighted, and without contacts or glasses them, i see pretty much nothing. each night, after i’ve retired my reading, taken off my glasses and turned out my lamp, the last thing i see before closing my eyes.. is the glowing, blurry outline of the small universe that expands across my midnight ceiling.

a few months back i stumbled upon a Rob Bell sermon, whose message i have not been able to shake:

after listening to this sermon, and it’s call to be reminded of The Cross, and what it really means as we walk through our daily self-centered lives and relations, i sent off a self addressed envelope for a reminder of my own.

now, each morning as daylight sneaks into my room, taking with it any trace of shooting stars from my ceiling… i roll over, stretch and look up into the blurry black outline of a sticker i cannot read without my glasses.. but it doesn’t matter that i cannot see it with my eyes:

i know it’s there.
i know what it says.
i know what it means.
i remember.
and i surrender.

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