Why Are There Stars, Mommy
Why are there stars, Mommy?
What kind of stars, my child?
You know, Mommy, sticker stars, five-pointed stars and snowflakes.
Well, how about movie stars and TV stars and sports stars too, my child?
Oh, I don't know, Mommy. Besides, I asked you first: Why are there stars?
OK, you did ask first. So, I guess I'll have to answer, not that it's easy ...
Well, each star has its own unique -- style, my child. They may be as
numerous as the sands on the seashore, as God told Abraham, yet each is
a bit different from the others, ... in size, perhaps, or color or shape, or
even purpose or destiny,...
for you see, they're kind of like us in that way, aren't they?
We're all unique, all 7 billion of us earthlings. Yet each of us has a
different mission, a different purpose, a different reason for being
here. So, too, the stars...
Yet somehow there's something more to the stars, something deeper,
isn't there, my child? ~ Yes! God made those very first lights, those
original lights of the stars like our Sun, for our Sun is a star, SO dazzling,
SO incomprehensibly bright, that He had to hide that light from us
for a while, for generations and generations, even unto our very own day
~ until we would grow in stature to be able to receive ... to receive and
see... to receive and see, and welcome! … with open arms -- with all
our heart, with all our soul, and with all our might -- that special light
~ For that light, my child, that starlight, is God's very own Light,
The Light of the Creator of the Universe Himself.
And now you know why there are stars, my child.
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