Let the Sky Chase You

A few weeks back, I was sitting in the passenger seat of Morgan’s car as we drove down I-65 S. I looked up at the sky and I remembered sitting in a car as a kid and staring up at the clouds. I was convinced they were following me. Now that I’m grown, I laugh and ask myself “Who was I to believe that the clouds would follow me?” I think that is one of the sad parts about growing up. I once believed that the sky cared about me so much, that it would follow me wherever I went. I believed I was that important. When I grew up, I told myself the clouds were never chasing me at all. Maybe somewhere along the lines I started to believe I wasn’t worthy of being chased by the sky. But, I am and we all are. We’re all worthy enough to believe that the sun, sky, stars, and clouds would chase us, hoping to hold us in the palm of their hands just to get a closer look and figure out what makes us who we are.

As an adult now, I think about what my life would look like if I told myself I was important enough that every cloud would be looking down at me, making sure it never lost track of where I was. If I told myself that the sky itself was relentlessly trying to get ahold of me just to see what it is that makes me who I am, I might walk a little taller, speak a little louder, and believe in myself a whole lot more.

So maybe I’ll start letting the sky chase me, and hopefully you do too.