So last night when I took Finn out for his last walk before bed, I looked up at the stars and sang this song.
And ask I got to the end of the second verse…I saw it. A shooting star!
You’re rich in love and You’re slow to anger
Your name is great and Your heart is kind
For all Your goodness I will keep on singing
Ten thousand reasons for my heart to find.
BAM! Shooting star.
Maybe I should retitle my journal “Ten Thousand Gifts”. One thousand might not begin to cover it.