My bed is situated right next to the window. Ever night when my eyelids become heavier than the glare of my lamp, I crawl into my soft bed sheets and lay my head upon my flattened down pillow. Yet I cannot go to sleep unless I put on my glasses which lay on my windowsill and stare at what is above me. For above me is a sight so beautiful it takes my breath away. There are stars! So many stars that each have an individual glow, almost like snow showers in space. The black sky is not alone, for it has the company of many friends. When I first stare at the sky, I do not have my glasses on and I can barely see the individual stars. I only see white blurs which seem awkward and random. Yet once I put my glasses on, they all appear so distinct and close to me. I feel as if I were floating in the sky, closer and closer to Him who made the stars. Perhaps that is why I am drawn every night to the black sky containing glory unfathomable. However, if it was just the stars, I would be happy, yes, for a moment, but I would not be breathless. For the stars remind me of the wonder and mystery of Jesus Christ--that He who is so vast and omnificent can come so close, making his presence so intimate and beautiful.