Go outside. Right now, Look at the stars. It is not that cold and your life is water dripping through your cupped hands that cannot keep it forever, so what are you doing with it?
This is for you and it is important.
Praise Him who hung the stars and all the earth upon nothing, rejoice in His creation. Out you go. It is not that cold, the stars are waiting.
Whatever is keeping you awake tonight, whatever is making the pressure build up in your chest until you can barely bear to breathe, whatever it is let it go. Trust Him. I will promise you this on every star that burns, He loves you–let that be enough tonight.
Go look at the stars. You can cry if you need to I won’t tell anyone. But look at them and remember that the one who numbers these numbers the hairs on your head, because you are worth more than all the stars in heaven to Him.
Out. Now. Look at the stars.
Diary Of An Emotional Houseplant 