On today, the day before the eve of Christmas Eve, I started with a note from my daughter, reminding me of Christmas coming…”feel better” it said and so I committed to feel better.
And I did. Some little things happened to help in the betterment of day. Gifts were wrapped, special notes written and gifts received.
I prayed twice and then read about the star that was followed by the wise men.
Thought of them differently, not of bearded ancient figures with long flowing robes walking through the desert gazing upward.
I thought of them as wise people, intelligent, wise men.
It occurred to me then that the star must have been so spectacularly compelling they couldn’t imagine not seeking to know more.
Couldn’t imagine turning back, abandoning their souls’ fulfillment.
Wise men, yet still seeking to know more, to experience fullness as their feet followed, guided by brilliant star.
So, I jotted quickly, so as not to forget the thought.
Hesitant to record my thoughts because they felt strong like epiphany.
To write in my journal might lessen the power of my thoughts.
But, I wrote a note to self:
“What’s your star? Where is the place God has for you? What gifts in store? What is the work God would have you achieve, knows you’re both capable of and long for?
If my feet followed my heart led by Jesus, knowing spectacular like a bright star awaits, I wonder where I’d be.
What gifts are waiting for my unwrapping?
Is it writing?
Maybe the joy of leading by example, so that others move towards their calling, their joyous star.
My daughter painted today, sent me this photo, asking what I thought. I can’t decide which blesses me more, the words or the beauty of her rhythmically smooth strokes.
There is joy in creating, joy in following what compels the heart forward, unwrapping and sharing our gifts
After they had heard the king, they went on their way, and the star they had seen when it rose went ahead of them until it stopped over the place where the child was.
When they saw the star, they were overjoyed.
On coming to the house, they saw the child with his mother Mary, and they bowed down and worshiped him.
Then they opened their treasures and presented him with gifts of gold, frankincense and myrrh. Matthew 2:9-11
Linking up with Jennifer Dukes Lee to share His Story.