My Dad made the most beautiful star for our Christmas tree during my childhood. It was simple. It was beautiful. It was purposeful. Dad could design and build houses, like the one I grew up in, too. Knowing that he was so skilled...yet made a simple yet special star for our tree...touched my heart.
Occasionally I still see stars decorating trees and buildings during the Christmas season. My mind always returns to sitting in my parents' living room and gazing at that beautiful star sitting on our tree top.
I began thinking. I have another Father Who made all the stars. He also created life, the universe, seasons, music and a very special star that led the way to His Son, also called the Light of the World. Perhaps our way to Him would be more easily found if we remain focused on His light instead of our own path.
My Father made the most beautiful star for the very first Christmas. It was beautiful. It was purposeful. He is Present and He is powerful. He loves us so much that He gave His Son. May I continue looking toward His light as I continue on the journey Home.<3~thl
John 3: 16
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