Do you ever stop and look at the moon? …
I mean, really stop and look at it. Studied the details you can see with the naked eye. Studied the edge of the shadow on a non-full moon.
I did yesterday morning as I got out of the car in the parking lot at work. (Thanks to daylight savings time, its dark when I get to work.) I caught a glimpse of the moon and just stood in awe looking at it. It looked almost just like the picture up above.

As I stood there, I tried to comprehend the distance I was looking across. However many hundreds of thousands of miles that is, huge to me but small compared to the vastness of our solar system, which is an almost immeasurable fraction of the size of our galaxy which is just an average sized galaxy out of hundreds of billions of galaxies in the universe. Which was created by a boundless God. That all went through my head as I stood there studying… and I don’t even smoke pot.

Then I started remembering looking at the moon when I was about 8 years old. At the time I thought for sure that I was going to be an astronaut when I grew up. I didn’t even question it. I looked at the moon imagining what it would be like to walk on it one day, because one day I would walk on it. I remember what it was like looking at something with that intense awe and wonder, even anticipation. I remember it but I can’t manufacture it again. I now know I will never be an astronaut and will never walk on the moon. It would be so cool to be able to forget those facts and look at the moon in that way again…