Shooting Star
I saw a greeting card at the grocery store last week. The front bore an illustration of a star shooting across the sky. Underneath was a quotation by Sojourner Truth:
“I'm not going to die. I'm going home like a shooting star.”
As I walked the aisles in the grocery store, picking out fresh produce and groceries, my mind kept thinking about those words. They stayed with me as I drove home, as I dropped the bags of groceries on my kitchen counter, and rushed outside so I could look up into the sky.
Over the next few hours, I sat outside my house, watching the sky darken and the first stars appear.
How would it feel to say something like that, so certain in my faith, I am not afraid?
I saw a greeting card at the grocery store last week. The front bore an illustration of a star shooting across the sky. Underneath was a quotation by Sojourner Truth:
“I'm not going to die. I'm going home like a shooting star.”
As I walked the aisles in the grocery store, picking out fresh produce and groceries, my mind kept thinking about those words. They stayed with me as I drove home, as I dropped the bags of groceries on my kitchen counter, and rushed outside so I could look up into the sky.
Over the next few hours, I sat outside my house, watching the sky darken and the first stars appear.
How would it feel to say something like that, so certain in my faith, I am not afraid?