I asked God why I was here.
I am just a nameless face to the thousands that walk on the city streets, just that girl in a philosophy lecture, just another woman praying to your carved face.
What meaning does my life have in the grand scheme of things. I pay my taxes. Send in my essays. Recycle my newspapers. Just another person in a world of seven billion living and countless dead, constantly extrinsically experiencing moments of sonder.
He said
Do you remember when I said "I will bless you and give you such a large family, that someday your descendants will be more numerous than the stars in the sky "?
You are a star. Your life is a star in the sky, a gem in that crown of humanity.
When you are gone, your actions, words, loves will live on in others.
You contribute to the beautiful, shining wonder that is the human race.
Your star's rays will hold hands with others to give the living a beautiful infinite view.
So, be bright, my dear child.