Stars

So how about tomorrow night is suppose to be the best meteor shower of the year and it's suppose to be cloudy. It's been clear the past few nights, there's no moon, it's not even going to be cold... and it's going to be cloudy! 

Stars are such amazing things. They're like wonder and beauty and mystery all wrapped up to make a tiny prick of white in the dark. I wonder what the star over Bethlehem looked like the night Jesus was coming into the world. Now that would be a sight to see! It was a sign, a guide, leading the shepherd to the birth of the Messiah... wouldn't it be nice to go out and find direction from the bright stars over your house?

Sometimes I imagine that all those stars are angels in their brilliant white robes, watching us from the heavens. What would they see? A world filled with suffering, yet compassion; a world with despair mingled with hope; a world smothered in Darkness, yet dotted with Light. Maybe out world is their sky.... they see a Dark sky (sin and unbelief in so many people) with little bright Lights shining through it (rebirth and love in believers). Like parallel worlds...

We will see what the weather is like tomorrow. 

The Traveler

There once was a young woman 

Who wanted to travel,

To travel and to understand:

The world and its treasure,

Its worth and the measure 

Of what she could hold in her hand. 

The journey was fraught with danger,

And illness of mind and soul. 

For people were greedy

Never satisfied, needy, 

Taking more than they could hold. 

Some people had wealth but no money,

Those with money 

Refused to have shame.

From greatest to small

Hunger captured them all,

Hunger for power, fortune, and fame. 

The was a loss in communication

No one talked

No one dared to express

That they longed for compassion

Love and anger, distractions

From the earth that created this mess. 

The young woman was greatly troubled

And distraught at a world

So diseased. 

She wanted to run

To undo the undone 

From which suffered all the displeased. 

So she knelt as a small, grassy hillside,

With her face tilted up 

Towards the sky.

"For the people," she prayed,

"Let there soon come a day

When for truth and forgiveness we'll cry."

Ecclesiates has never been so true...

"For a man may do his work with wisdom, knowledge and skill, and then he must leave all he owns to someone who has not worked for it. This too is meaningless and a great misfortune. What does a man get for all the toil and anxious striving with which he labors under the sun? All his days his work is pain and grief; even at night his mind does not rest. This too is meaningless."

I am so tired. This week has been the weirdest, scariest, and most tiresome week in a long time. I don't remember having a time like this since the beginning of last February. I hate to write only to complain, though. But it's like this week never ends. I worked last night from five to close after school, got home at 11:45, got to bed around 12:30, and got back up this morning at 5:45 to wash my uniform, because I have to be back to work by 8. Then I work until 2:30, and spend the rest of the day trying to get all of my homework done and start on my junior paper, which is due on the 10th and I haven't even thought about it. Tomorrow is church all day, and maybe Starbucks in between if I'm lucky. Then it's Monday and I do it all over again. 

I am sure, for whoever reads this, that you have felt this way a few times (perhaps many times) over the past couple months. And you may say, "well Kristina, what did you expect? Cest la vie- It is life." Life. How joyous it sounds now that I know that these endless weeks just keep going. 

Yet despite all this, I am anxious for tomorrow. I am hopeful; I rely on God for strength, peace, and more than that, joy and contentment. There is always hope, for I believe that God has us here for more than to run ourselves ragged, more than to be sad, more than to despair. 

"Whatever I've gotta be

I'll be for you,

Whatever you need from me

To see you through,

Every one of us has stumbled

Everybody's humbled,

We hit the ground and our lives crumble.

Whatever I've gotta be

I'll be for you,

I'm for you."

-- tobyMac "I'm For You"