Walking Under the Stars

Last night I couldn't sleep.  I woke up to crazy winds and strong rains.  In the camper, that can be a combination that makes for a long night.  So I read and listened to Christmas music and followed Twitter for a while.  Eventually, the rain and wind died down and, still unable to sleep, I decided to take a walk.

When I opened the door, a gush a cool air hit my face and the moon and stars were so bright that I didn't need a flashlight, a perfect night for a 2:45 a.m. walk to clear my head.  As I walked through the wooded areas and past the plowed fields, I was awestruck with the moon and stars and how magnificent they were. 

And it brought back memories.

Looking at the stars last night made me reminisce about sitting under the stars on a cold Christmas night in the desert in Mexico when I was 17 years old and on a missions trip.  I thought about the times that my family and I had vacationed out West and how many stars were in the sky when we would camp out.  I also thought about the many walks that I strolled through Farmdale Park listening to the coyotes howl and having the occasional owl swoop down through the trees.  All memories that are etched in my mind.

And last night is probably one of those nights I won't forget either.  You see, I couldn't sleep because I was reminiscing about the past nearly four years in Kentucky and how those times have changed my life.  Hopefully for the better.  And I was thinking about endings and beginnings and the different chapters in the story of my life.  I was also thinking about the future chapters of my story that have yet to be written. 

I don't know what those chapters hold, but I am excited and hopeful for the days ahead.