Listening to howling coyotes and sitting underneath the big sky and millions of stars were things I did often growing up in South Dakota. I remember admiring the works of an awesome Creator, not realizing what plans He had for my life. It was diffi cult for me to comprehend how all those millions of stars were hung. At night after the fl oodlights were turned off on our concrete basketball court and my brother and father had gone in the house, I would routinely stand out there on the darkened basketball court, dreaming. Often I would let my thoughts run wild and imagine hitting game winners, buzzer beaters, circus shots,.
