The circle of girls joined hands in the magic of the moment, singing hymns of praise, joy, and love. It was cold, but no one cared that everyone was dressed in dirty sweats and hadn’t showered. They were too involved in what was happening around them. The group swayed like flowers in the darkness.
Some of the girls look towards the stars with wide eyes, finding a deeper meaning behind their luster, and they kept it to themselves. Their eyes were wet with tears, in awe at the beauty of the heavens unfolding in the stars above them.
Other girls felt they could overflow with the joy surrounding them, as notes and words floated off sunburned lips. They listened to the simple, yet profound music as if it was keeping them alive.
There were some who were content with feeling the love of the group, glancing at others and smiling softly. Feeling that there was an instant connection made between each second of eye contact.
No one disturbed the reverence. The trees would rustle in the wind occasionally, but it only added to the sacredness of the moment, as if the pines wanted to join the song.
The dying embers of a small fire and a harvest moon overhead were the only sources of light, and illuminated the girls with a holy glow.
These girls had become sisters. That’s the crazy thing that the love of God can do. Make you love complete strangers as much as your family. Judgments disappear, and everyone’s eyes shine a little bit brighter.
After a few more songs, the girls gathered into a group hug, trying to express the emotion that was surging through their veins and hearts. Everyone felt it, and could not deny it. They stepped carefully and quietly back to their tents to ponder what had just happened as a shooting star whizzed across the sky.
