According to lore a star shone in the sky over Bethlehem to
let the Wiseman and Shepherd’s know where to find the infant Jesus. My friend Sandy Ferree is particularly fond a
quote that says “If it had been three wise women they would have asked
directions, arrived on time, helped deliver the baby, cleaned the stable, made
a casserole, and brought practical gifts, and there would be peace on earth.”
That may very well be true. Well maybe not the peace on earth
part. But the rest, perhaps.
When I was struggling to decide if I should move to Colorado
and completely uproot my family and leave my Oklahoma friends behind, I kept
asking for a burning bush. I thought if
God spoke to me from a small shrub that was on fire I would be clear what I
should do. But yeah, I’m not Moses, so.
. .
Two years ago after we were here and Kat had a job, when
everything got all shook up at her former DHS office in OKC I told her that was
our sign that we had made the right choice.
Even though it was scary and less than smooth transition I felt as though
that gave us some confirmation that if we had held on to what we had in OKC
that it wouldn’t have lasted.
So I envy those wise men with a big giant star pointing them
in the right direction. Even better to
be a shepherd and have some loudmouth angels telling them “HARK! Get your butts
in gear, he is over there!” Lucky for me
I am married to a wise woman, so my stable is clean and there is a casserole in
the oven waiting when I get there.
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