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I have childhood memories of the best kind: Slumber parties and the sharing of dreams. There were clubs, pop and water-gun fights to talk about for weeks. Some friends have faded away with the details but several are still my besties: Laurin is the one who was there when we witnessed the marvelous.

The last row, left and center. No I wasn’t rolling my eyes, my face had just collided with someones duffel bag.

On a night of staying awake to chat, we thought that we’d look at the constellations – or something. What was that starry shaped cross that met our eyes when we looked out the living room window? How many children are given the gift of seeing something like this in real life? Like a beacon in the night, it was in right there – southeast, if I remember correctly, inspiring discussions for years to come. Now it’s a blurry memory, but it happened.

The next day in class, a boy raised his hand to report eye-witnessing the starry phenomenon.

If there weren’t two other people who had seen it, I would have thought it was a scrambled memory from my overactive imagination.

I think on this experience at times and wonder what kind of message was that? Are we at the end of an age, or was it merely a guidepost?

And afterward, I will pour out my Spirit on all people.  Your sons and daughters will prophecy, your old men will dream dreams, your young men will see visions. Joel 2:28

Here we are in our mid thirties, still discussing our childhood, God, and how He continues to amaze us.

Together with three other people, we are starting a blog of faith. Five Americans will take you on their walk with God; a wildlife biologist/creation scientist, a photographer, a pilot/artist, a formal personal trainer/artist and me.

That’s not all – we want to include you. If you have your own story to tell, stay tuned – there will be a place for you to join the conversation. I will announce the launch date soon and post the link on this blog when it’s ready!

P.S. Sometimes we keep our experiences to ourselves for fear of being thought of as crazy. Crazy is just a word to use when we don’t understand something. If you have experienced the amazing – there is always a place to share it here in the comments.

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