Life has been so busy lately but that's nothing new.
It is the asynchrony of it all that has left me unsettled. I have felt like Steve Martin in that famous scene from "The Jerk", trying so hard, so earnestly, but missing the beat.
But then Saturday happened.
Saturday we held hands under the Milky Way and looked up.
And for that moment, and in every moment since,
I have felt awe.
It's as if the universe whispered into my ear,
"look at this great tapestry- do not doubt the weaver."
Stars on a beautiful night, an everyday reminder of one grand miracle.
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