Fireflies.

It feels as if I'm stuck in the middle of some bad dream that I'm afraid to wake up from. I drive away after one last kiss and wipe away the tears, but the blurry vision never seems to subside. I think to myself, did that really just happen? I think it did. That was the last time I'll be able to see him for nine months. Nine. Long. Months. For a small second, I catch a glimpse of the starry sky and the bold harvest moon. He smiles on me, and whispers in my ear a promise. And I am reminded that the stars never fade away, it's strange how they never seem to change. They never left us in our lives to find our hope in darkened nights. When it feels like all is lost, open your eyes.

I just have to remember, this is far from the end. All my stress and worrying is basically telling God that I don't trust him, but I do. I trust Him with my life, my love, and everything else. He is the only infallible love. He is my only peace, my only security. He never leaves us, He never turns his back on us, and most of all, He is faithful.