Infinite Hope

I have this wild fascination with the sky. The clouds, the colors, the sun, the moon, the stars.  At least once a day I will stop and say out loud "look how beautiful the sky looks". Most of the time I will even pull the car over just to get a perfect picture, only to be disappointed because we all know it never looks the same. I have sat and asked myself multiple times why I love it so much. Why it affects me the way it does. What is it that I find so beautiful about the sun hiding behind the clouds creating a that perfect light reflection? Why do the cotton candy colors of the sunset make my heart flutter the way they do? Why does watching the sun rise fill my soul with so much peace? Why does laying under a star filled sky make me feel like I can do anything or be anyone. The sky is so big, SO much bigger than any one of us. It feels like a big breath of fresh air. It is one thing that is constant in our lives. No matter what is going on or where we are the sun rises and sets each day. It is ever changing and no two are the same. The sky gives me an overwhelming feeling of hope and closeness to our Father in Heaven. It is strong and powerful but can be generous and forgiving. It feels big and far away but when I look up into the sky I feel that much closer to those I am missing in this life and even those in the life after. Your sun is my sun. Your moon is my moon. Nothing is more beautiful to me than the hope, peace, and comfort I feel being close to the ones I love.