Looking at the stars

I remember back when I was a young boy, around the period of 10 to 16 years old. I enjoyed looking at the stars at night from our roof window. It was those clear cold nights with no clouds and a black velvet above, and the stars shone down on us. It gave me a sense of peace watching them and pondering on their meaning and existence. And that was the first time I can remember having heard The Holy Spirit speak to me. It was a time of distress as my mother was sick for a long time and bedridden. She later died at 48 years old, so the years before that were not easy on the family. But as I stood there in the evening after dark, watching the stars glimmer above me, I was somehow lifted away from some of the struggles of life and the daily stress. And I had just asked, as if to the universe—since I didn't know God existed—to be helped with something I simply could not get rid of on the inside. A feeling of trouble mounting and my body like sucked into a bad state, as if I was imploding or could not untangle a mess my internal had come into. And I remember what The Holy Spirit told me: "You need to find out WHO Jesus is and what He means to you." And a fire was started on the inside. Yet it took me some 18 years before I said yes to Jesus. Why, you might ask? Because none evangelized to me and spoke the clear truth and told me you need to receive Jesus as your Lord and Savior! And we won't be born again until we do.