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		<title>God?…. Hormones?…. Or all of the above?</title>
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				<description><![CDATA[Opening my eyes this morning I started to focus out the window on the crisp blue darkness just prior to twilight… Then it hit me!… At this moment, 20-years ago, I was on the highest of highs!  One of the very few times that God spoke directly to me, undeniably.  For those who believe in [&#8230;]]]></description>
					<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Opening my eyes this morning I started to focus out the window on the crisp blue darkness just prior to twilight…</p>
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<h4>Then it hit me!…</h4>
<p>At this moment, 20-years ago, I was on the highest of highs!  One of the very few times that God spoke directly to me, undeniably.  For those who believe in a God that loves you wildly &amp; specifically, you may find this encouraging.  If God is something you don’t believe in, you can chalk these details up to my blissful ignorance&#8230; &amp; hormones!</p>
<p>It was November 9, 1995.  I had been talking with a young lady from Concord, NC for almost 3 months.  I was beyond flattered that she drove the 550 miles north to visit this “guy from NJ”.  We talked the night away: life experiences, family cultures, and life’s twists &amp; turns.   As the morning hours progressed:  The depths of life, celebrations, regrets, distinctions, and then lengthy pondering about her imminent  2-year term as a tutor in the south of India.</p>
<div id="attachment_1310" style="width: 235px" class="wp-caption alignleft"><a href="http://billkerwood.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/11/IMG_3304.jpg"><img decoding="async" aria-describedby="caption-attachment-1310" class="size-medium wp-image-1310" src="http://billkerwood.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/11/IMG_3304-225x300.jpg" alt="Sunrise November 9, 2015" width="225" height="300" srcset="https://billkerwood.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/11/IMG_3304-225x300.jpg 225w, https://billkerwood.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/11/IMG_3304-768x1024.jpg 768w, https://billkerwood.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/11/IMG_3304-760x1013.jpg 760w, https://billkerwood.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/11/IMG_3304-300x400.jpg 300w, https://billkerwood.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/11/IMG_3304-82x109.jpg 82w, https://billkerwood.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/11/IMG_3304-600x800.jpg 600w" sizes="(max-width: 225px) 100vw, 225px" /></a><p id="caption-attachment-1310" class="wp-caption-text">Sunrise November 9, 2015</p></div>
<p>At 5:45 AM we looked towards the window and saw the night transitioning to twilight.  Without skipping a beat Kristen innocently suggested that we go watch the sunrise in my favorite field close by.  Those words were the most romantic words I had ever heard!  The conversation continued as I pointed my Ford Bronco towards the brightest point on the horizon.</p>
<p>As the sun came up conversation awkwardly ceased.  Sleep deprivation combined with sharing our life stories and apparent mutual ambitions seemed to reach an overflow point…. and we both realized it.  I vividly recall the blur as I exited the truck and floated around to open her door.  As the sun crept higher and the embrace wonderfully prolonged, that’s when I experienced the audible voice of God in a depth and dimension like never before.  A voice so gentle &#8211; yet compelling me to the deepest of my core…I felt an immediate change in my stature as if instantly growing from the inside out… as if I transitioned to another level of manhood in a simple few seconds…</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">The words simply were, “<b>She is for you, Take care of Her</b>”</p>
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<p>In the 20 years since, life has been an amazing journey.  Certain lows and countless highs.  3-Children that reflect so many of our traits.  Traits that make us laugh &amp; shake our heads.  Traits that make our heads shake as jaws drop in amazement.  They are always up to something fun.</p>
<p>Kristen has a fierce loyalty, unwavering integrity, and a diligence that I never saw coming.  The people that enjoy who I am professionally from the stage are actually enjoying much of her in me.  I simply couldn’t be who I am without her.  I gave Kristen Joy Kerwood my last name, and she, in turn, gave me her middle.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">I’ll never forget those words.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">“<b>She is for you.  Take care of her.</b>”</p>
<p><em>Our family&#8217;s best times are when we:</em></p>
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<li><em>  Accept each as our own.</em></li>
<li><em>  Take care of each other.</em></li>
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<h4>If 20-years is a score, Here’s to 4-score more!</h4>
<h3>And may the generations pass the baton!!!</h3>
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