When I close my eyes and imagine what star I am following this year it is this one. It is a symbol healing I constructed from pieces of the mold used to hold Scott’s body in place while recovering healing rays of radiation treatment.
Last night, bone weary, I laid down on the couch. After a weekend of proclaiming Jesus in story and song and sacrament, the star was a quiet, steady reminder of the signs I am seeking.
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