2002-08-30 - 9:05 a.m.

I remember laying outside on a snow bank in our front yard. It was after supper, late enough for it to be completely dark outside. I was wearing my snow suit, so I wasn't cold. I lay there snuggled into the snow, looking up at the stars. Oh, the stars! We lived six miles from town, so there were no lights to compete with their glory. I don't know how long I laid there in the quiet, but I will never forget that sense of wonder and awe. The worship that lifted from my childish heart toward the Creator at that moment was pure and unrehearsed. I was maybe nine or ten, out in the country in Alberta.