Winter, 1993
Winter, 1993
One
night this past week, I went for a walk.
As I contemplated the questions of my life, I lay down on my back and
took in the awesome beauty of the stars and the astounding scope of the
cloudless night sky. I prayed, “Lord,
please give me a sign that You are here.”
Then I had to smile at my foolishness:
what clearer sign could I possibly want than the beauty of the heavens
and the majesty of nature?
