The Glory of God is Man Fully Alive — St. Ireneaus
i am an avid collector of starry nights. well, not paintings by van gogh. i collect these moments that seem so rich, God seems to be umistakably here with me. i look up and we talk. i see stars and God feels like he is in the same room. it means a lot to me. it is something i crave, yet is one of the hardest things to keep doing. time steals our focus. things in life try and guide our motion or lack of it. collecting stars for you might look very different and be in a different place and may not even be stars. what is it? have you done it lately?