Friday Night Lights

So I've been in Florida for almost a week now, and last night we made our trek from Orlando to Boca, to visit my aunt. As we drove along on 95, the moon began to peek over the horizon. It was the brightest red/orange moon I have ever seen, and a thought popped into my head. Isn't it interesting that at all times, regardless of the time, there is always some sort of heavenly body in the sky that draws our gaze upwards. I chuckled a little bit when I thought about this, as if I heard Poppa say to me, "See, I'm still here!" Even during a new moon, when the faithful lunar object is no where to be seen, the stars burn brighter in the sky. Why is it such a natural thing for us to be drawn to the sky? Just a little food for thought and a reminder that you're loved deeply and tremendously!