There it was. The night sky I so love to gaze up into. And as I stood there on this cold December night, I realized that the sky I peered up at was the very same sky that once led shepherds and wisemen to the savior Jesus. The very same sky! There is no longer a brilliant star pointing the way. Nor is there a choir of angels that fill the sky, at least not that I see tonight. Yet, we are still drawn to Him. Because we still need a savior.
During these busiest of days, I pray that I will take time to remember that. That this babe, whose birthday we celebrate, is the Savior of the world. My world. My Savior.