If you can hold the stars in place
You can hold my heart the same
Whenever I fall away
Whenever I start to break
So here I am, lifting up my heart
To the one who holds the stars

– Stars, Skillet (

You know how you’re walking along the fine sands of the shore one fine summer evening – aimlessly wandering, admiring the picturesque view, using your cell phone’s camera to save the moment for a later date – and your lonesome walk is interrupted by a sharp object sleeping on the soft bed of the sea’s sand. You stop. You stoop down and pick up the object. It’s a sea shell, glistening with the dews from the ocean. You marvel at it’s imperfection and decide to take it home with you. It’ll look nice beside my study table lamp, you tell yourself. And then that sea shell stays there, for a long time, reminding you of that long walk down the beach.

There are people like that in our lives, too. Friends who make an entry into your life like that sea shell – without a warning, asking you to stop in your tracks, forcing you to rethink your entire existence and yet, lighting up your life like never before. Blessed are those of us who have such friends as fireflies in our lives, helping us find our way with their mere existence.

To those of my friends – and you know who you are – you truly are a blessing from the One who holds the stars.


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