When they were lost, early travelers would look to the North Star to guide them in the direction they wanted to go. We have a North Star as well. Life is full of dark spots in our life. Some are brought on by ourselves, some are brought on by others. But the Savior's love is always there waiting for us, like a light switch waiting to be turned on. He will never force us to turn on the light.
Over two thousand years ago, that light came to earth in the form of a baby boy, born to a virgin mother. "How silently, how silently," the world slumbered on. How could they have known that this humble event heralded the greatest gift ever given to mankind? If I had been alive then would I have believed the simple testimony given by the shepherds after they had seen Him? Would I have gone to Him seeking a miracle, or would I have called out like the Jews of that day, "Crucify Him, crucify Him!"
While I can't answer that question definitively, I can choose to allow His light into my life today. I can choose to follow His light when it gets dark around me. His is a light that never dims, never goes out. It will never lead me astray, away from my desire for peace and joy. His light does not move the mountains and valleys on the path before me, but it does allow me to see my way around the pits that would bring me to my knees.
I am so grateful for the safety which lies in the circle of that light. Grateful that my Savior chooses to let it shine so that we can make it back home to Him and our Father.
