Another terrible one....

The tears come and I can't seem to stop them but the soft breeze slowly dried them making slight tear stains on my cheeks. The fragrance of summer comes creeping up to me like an elusive butterfly. I can't quite define the smell and so I just rest in the fact that it is distinctly summer. I look up at the stars feeling the awe once again. The sound of the wind in the trees brings back memories of a little girl who desired to never grow up but to always be the fliting hummingbird dancing from one flower to another never becoming tired and ever happy. Yet now I am ever tired and never happy. The wind whips my hair and I feel as if, for a moment, I could just fly into the sky from any hurt or pain that might find me here. Oh, to have the wing of an eagle! To be able to fly to the heights of God's love and then to rest on the currents of his unfailing mercy. I can feel the presence of God in those stars. They give me great hope in times of crisis that so often seems to come my way. I can look up at the stars and know that Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob saw most of the same stars that I am looking up at thousands of years later. That despite every other inconsistency in my life the stars will always be there. The swing slowly squeaks as I rock. It gives me a sense of comfort. My tears have finally stopped. What caused them? I don't know but I do know what made them go away. The ever present stars that give earth light when none else can be found.