Stars

This weekend Chris and I are in Spartanburg helping out with a conference at the theatre. There was a lower turnout than we wanted/anticipated, but God did a lot of things and 2 young women came to know Christ. And those things were amazing, but parts of today have just been emotionally draining. Some people did some things unintentionally that hit me in a place I didn't realize was still hurting (if that makes sense), Because of this I decided to pass on a Denny's run and come back to the Cox's for some me-time. I didn't have a car at the theatre so Kat graciously let me borrow hers, a Jeep Grand Cherokee. I rolled the driver's side window down and started towards my destination. To some people, like my husband, running is therapuetic; to me, driving is therapuetic. I love to drive; it calms my nerves. And then there's just something about having the windows down . . . During high school I would take the top off my car and just drive . . . As I drove home tonight, I glanced up at the sky-the sky is so clear here-the stars shine so brightly. I thought of the lyrics to Switchfoot's song "Stars." Part of the chorus of that song is "When I look at the stars/When I look at the stars, I see someone else/ When I look at the stars/ The stars, I feel like myself." And I guess through the therapy of driving and looking at the stars, I felt like myself . . . and that was a good feeling.