On November 8th, 1991 there was a rare display of the aurora borealis in the cold, clear sky over our farmhouse in south central Ohio. I missed it because at that very moment our sixth child, a boy we named Daniel, was coming into the world. I will always consider that phenomenon a special sign from the Lord for good in Daniel’s life. The rare beauty of God’s magnificent creation exploded in the sky the very moment that our son Daniel was born.
When the last of autumn’s glory blows along the ground and bare branches jut into the gray November sky we will celebrate Daniel’s fifteenth birthday. About five years after his birth we moved further north from Ohio to Michigan. I have spoken in the Upper Peninsula and in northern Michigan and lived in Michigan for years but I have still managed to miss the rare and beautiful heavenly lights.
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