I look out at the night sky, filled with stars. I remember my father, when I was a little girl, teaching me about constellations. I have never forgotten those nights we stood at the end of the driveway and looked up at the sky.
It is a one of the few happy memories of time spent with my father. One that has stayed with me my whole life. I think God helps me to remember those times so I will remember there was another side to my father.
Once upon a time there was a man who knew how to show his daughter he loved her. A father who taught her about the stars in the sky. Once upon a time.
I know a different Father now. A Father who loves me all the time. A Father who made the heavens and the earth. A Father who put those stars up in the sky, to show his daughter how much He loves her. Not just once upon a time.
Every day and forever.