In the midst of the play and ruckus, a window was opened to the darkness and a chilly breeze beckoned us outside.  With shaky steps, we crawled onto the roof like daredevils.  Inch by inch, we settled on the rough incline.  Up above, the brilliant constellations glimmered between the shadowy looming trees in a spellbinding tapestry of something greater.

We stared up at the thousands of clear stars, a brilliance we had only been able to see once a year when we retreated from our everyday lives.  There were many shooting stars that night, but one person who was distracted kept missing them - much to our teasing.  Shivering, we huddled together for warmth, but we kept our gazes upward.

Out of nowhere a guitar had been produced, and a simple string of chords rang out into the silence, and we began to sing.  The words flowed from our lips, a shared outpouring of our hearts in praise for the One who had created all the awesomeness around us.  These lyrics had not changed from when we had learned them in our childhood, and with one voice, a crescendo of joy rose and filled the darkness.  Proclaiming together that He is All, with simple words, resounding truth.