It was a temp job.
I was at an all-time low and the end of my rope. A threat to a failing marriage pushed me into the workforce. Thank God the job was not as stressful as it was at home.
I was on a journey, rocky terrain and unfamiliar territory. I was searching for answers and seeking peace. Inside I was crying out, “someone please save me!”
She was an office mate who took notice and daily conversations normalized my longing for friendship. There was something peace-filled about her. She had a radiant sparkle and a light-hearted spirit. Perhaps it was her soon-to-be mommy glow.
No, there was definitely something more.
Three men ventured out in the dead of the night. It was unfamiliar territory, perhaps rocky terrain with no address or map. We know they were wise, but were they desperate? Were times so bad it stirred in them an unwavering desire to find peace?
Did they, too, need to be saved?
They looked up, led only by a star. What a mighty and glorious ball of light, this star!
They traveled not only by night but also by day.
They spoke without words, directed without directions.
They took a chance. How long did their journey last?
My journey ended January 2000.
Thank you God for sending stars so that we might find you in the dead of our night.
Thank you for your gentle guidance and for your salvation. We praise you for giving us your one and only Son and leading us back to Him.
If you have not believed Jesus is the Savior, ask God to send you a “star”. Or perhaps one is right there, you just need to look up.