She could sit down and gaze up into the vastness for hours. She felt incredibly small yet comfortable with herself knowing that the One who made everything before her eyes is so mindful of her. Of all the places she sensed His presence, out here, surrounded by nature and under the skies, was one of the most tangible. She could almost hear the song of worship they sang to the Creator, and in her reluctant heart, she joined in as best she could. (With apologies to W.M. Paul Young, author of “The Shack”.