Of Stars, Of Dust.

Life is short. Time goes fast. Our youth is once. We fly, we crawl, of stars and dust.
We look back: and we wish to be back there.
But dreams are made to be chased.
We define who we are today.
I cherish all that has gone before me: the good, the bad, the stumbling.
And I look forward to future memories.
I trust God for the better story, for the huge scary audacious proposition of following Him into eternity.
And we are fellow travelers over dust, under stars.
We are never too far.
We are the chasers of dreams.
We will fight this good fight.
I will miss you, but love closes the distance.
We will finish this race: together.
Us. Together.

— J.S.