I often find myself drawn to worship God as I learn more about our magnificent earth and the heavens. Two weeks ago, I set my alarm for 4:30 a.m. to allow me to wake up and watch a rare meteor display, predicted by astronomers to be a once-in-a-lifetime event—one that wouldn’t recur for nearly a century. It was meant to be a spectacular show, perhaps my only chance to see it. As I sat in my backyard, gazing upward, I found the sky to be beautiful, though not in the way I had hoped. Clouds filled much of the expanse, but occasional openings revealed bright stars. Just as predicted, a bright streak crossed the sky just before 5 a.m. I watched for 20 minutes and instead of seeing the hundreds as I should have, I saw 11.  Despite the clouds obscuring much of the glory, I still cherished the sight.