Beneath the Starry Sky

Last Saturday Gianna and I slept in a tent for her first time at my nephews graduation party. I left the rain fly off even though there was a chance of rain because it was so terribly hot and wanted the circulation. It ended up being perfect because you look right up into the night sky. I fell asleep surrounded by the sounds of our family and friends, looking up into the stars as I prayed for them.

I awoke in the middle of the night with the moon so brightly shining in on us. In that moment I felt SO blessed, laying there with my little girl, God shining down on us. I felt so loved and protected and content. And I just can't believe this simple little painting, so perfectly captures the feeling I treasure in my heart.
: )

(And the little Moon poem I painted on ~ when I watched the story of Jaycee Dugard, who was kidnapped for 18 years. She said one of the things that comforted her was every time she saw the moon she would say that little poem her Mom used to say and remember the love her mom had for her. And during her time there she had 2 children, which is sad, but also was a huge blessing, because she loved them very much, found purpose and joy in taking care of them and teaching them, and her captor didn't touch her or them anymore after she had them. It is so amazing to me that she is alive and well and at peace after all those years, and I thought of her as I lay in the tent with just my little girl and the moon shining in.)