Several weeks ago I made a trip to town. It was dark in the early morning but light enough not to use the headlamp in my coat pocket. I pushed the wheelbarrow loaded with empty totes and several Christmas gifts that I needed to mail down to the wharf. On the mainland side after I put everything into the back of the truck we had a minor vehicle problem that providentially I was able to resolve. My young daughter asked, "Mommy what are we going to do when the motor falls out?" "God will provide," I replied. I know by experience that He will because He always has. Later back on the island we headed home with a wheelbarrow load. It was dark enough to use the headlamp. But instead I preferred to use the little bit of available light left in the sky. When we headed up the steep, dark bank to the cabin I lost part of my load. I heard Christmas oranges rolling behind me into the bushes. At the top of the bank I saw a single star - a single dot of light in a cloud draped sky. It reminded me long ago that it was faith that guided the wiseman to Bethlehem and it is faith guiding me home.
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