I wrote this while at a Family Camp in August 2009:

She stands in the middle of a field.  It’s night time.  The blackness is broken by the faint outlines of tall, old, magnificent trees.  The sky is lit with the distant fire of at least a billion stars. 

She has a crystal clear realization of the extreme enormity of God.  The God.  Her God.  The One who holds the universe in the palm of His hand.  The One who breathes each star into existence.  The One who set time into motion and knew EXACTLY when she would be standing in that moment, in that field, on that night. 

With heart wide open and hands stretched to heaven, she utters a faint “Thank You.”  There are no real words.  Her heart wants to touch, her body wants to embrace, her soul wants to fly to the God who made it all.  It is pure, absolute, true Love that created her world and the world beyond.  The world she can’t touch, can only glimpse, as she stares into the night sky. 

One day.  Soon enough.  Not yet.  Much more to do.  Look for Love wherever you are, whomever you’re with, whatever you’re doing.  You’ll find Me.  I’m in it all.  You just have to look.  I made it all.  My fingerprints are everywhere.  Not just in the stars.  I’ll give you eyes to see Me.  You only need to ask.  Look for me in the love of your husband and in the eyes of your children.  Hear me in the laughter of your friends and the rustling of the leaves.  Feel me in each hug and kiss, in the wind in your hair and the sunshine on your face.  Know Me.  Share life with Me.  I made it all for you.

She closes her eyes, at peace, holding heaven in her heart, full of a Love that is even bigger than the night sky, taking it with her, everywhere, always, forever.