At nine thirty on an August night, filled with the lightening bugs and cricket sounds, my children and I lie in the back yard waiting for the Perseid meteor shower . . .
One after another they come, blazing across the heavens. And without warning, a spell of reverence falls across the backyard. We lie in silence while the ground beneath us grows holy and God's presence burns across the sky, yet deep and luminous inside me too. It is a rare moment. Not because the sight is so spectacular, but because I am aware of it. Because I have been taken out of myself. My children and I have stepped out of our familiar world into wonder and beauty, and have discovered the Creator in the midst of it.
— Sue Monk Kidd, Firstlight