Tuve miedo

In the whole time I was in Peru, there was only one time when I really tuve mideo. Was scared. We were on the bus from Trujillo to Cajamarca, subiendo up the Andes mountains of Peru, overnight. I slept most of the way.

But once, at 3am in the morning, I woke up and looked out the window.

And I got sooo scared!!!!!!!

Oh no. This is the end of the world. Something is very wrong. Where am I? Is Christ coming back again and changing everything?

All I could see from directly above me to an angle that seemed to go into the ground about 45 degrees, (so, about 135 degrees) was STARS. The ground had dissappeared, and in it's place were thousands and millions and billions of super bright stars. I had never seen so many in my life. And they had never been so bright. I was afraid I would get a sunburn from their brilliance.

It took me about 5 minutes to work the situation through in my mind and figure it all out. Turns out we were on the edge of a mountain, so there wasn't really ground next to us, just more sky with room for more stars. And, maybe I just hadn't seen so many in so little space, so bright before, because I had never been at such a high elevation before (almost 17,000 feet), nor had I been in such a dark place without street lights drowning out the stars' light.

But, even so... how could there be so many? How can we possibly see and know all those stars out there?

I wish I had a picture to share, but I don't. Nor do I think the camera would be able to capture all the light that my eye could.

God is such a better artist and architect than any Incas or Peruvians or humans in general. To think something He made was so beautiful that it made me scared that something was wrong- because I had never beheld anything so beautiful.