A Falling Star

And there it was! One o’clock in the morning on New Year’s Day with the kids asleep from the drive from Aurora and my man getting us safely home, I saw it.  When I drive past Happy Canyon, I can still see it.

A Falling Star

I’d say it was shooting, but this was no Disney arc. It was a bright, hot ball of meteorite falling right there into the field.

And that’s what I want to be.  In the whole scheme of history, my life will be even smaller than that moment, and yet, I want it to be as big and bright for Jesus as that falling star.

I struggle often with “am I making a difference?”  For some reason, I have always thought that if that student doesn’t remember my name, friend me on Facebook or invite me to their wedding, that somehow I have had no impact of them.  That is a lie, though. The kind that Satan needles me with when I’m hurt and sad and lonely.

I’m not the one they are supposed to remember. (Although I still wouldn’t mind if they did every so often.)  If something I said or did pushed them toward Christ, then I have made a difference.  They don’t have to remember the words or the names, but if they remember the love or the Word or how God worked in their lives, then I have made a difference.  It isn’t about me, and it never had been.

Lord, make me shine bright for my moment here but only for You!