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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 3 – Advanced)
Topic: Christmas Lights (10/30/08)

TITLE: Oh, the Plans I Have for You
By Carol Sprock


I awoke cupped in my dad’s palm. Yawning, I blinked into focus his face, his eyes crinkling with his mouth in a smile of love that made me feel twittery all over. His delight warmed me to a hot glow deep inside. I’m pretty sure I was sparking from the intense, electrical power he focused on me, and I lit up under his gaze.

“So, Machaim, it’s flying time.” And my dad swung me in great arcs about him. I giggled and begged for more as stars danced spiral loops in the corners of my eyes.

“Ah, little one, I believe we’ve found your orbit,” Dad chuckled as he lifted me high above him and settled me in place.

“Shimmer and shine, child, and you will be the guide.”

“Guide for what? Which direction should I point?"

“Ah, don’t worry your head about such things. Just be you, and you’ll accomplish the work I created for you to complete.”

Although I swelled at his confidence in me, I was fearful, uncertain. I looked around me, marveling at the beauty of his other creations, awed by the naturally graceful way they pulsed with life.

“But I’m so tiny compared to everyone else. Why choose me when so many can do so much more, accomplish much greater things?”

“Machaim,” Dad spoke sternly, making me blush in shame.

“No, my dearest one, lift your head. I’m not angry for in this time and age doubt lurks, dogging your steps so you stumble and lose sight of me. Know my voice and seek my eyes when you’re afraid and unsure of yourself. Do you trust me to speak truth?”

I coughed in embarrassment, feeling so foolish. Dad epitomized truth. I knew nothing; he knew all.

“Machaim, look at me. Come now, look.”

Trembling, I chanced a sideways glance and then stared, dumbfounded. Dad was beaming at me, face open, not condemning me but adoring me. He tilted his head and winked.

I guffawed and he joined me with a hearty, deep, bell-tone bass. All my anxiety seemed utterly ridiculous, whisked away with our laughter. Of course, I merely had to be me. Why, who else could that? No one but me.

Humming, I waved goodbye to my dad and with joyous freedom followed the orbit he’d set before me. The more spectacular, brilliant jewels and I daily filled the sky with elated applause to Creator Father for the life breathed into us. I skipped and tumbled down my path, completely unaware that my intermittent shimmering was gradually growing steadier and clearer, dazzling strangers so far away that I had no knowledge of their existence. Not that I had time to wonder. Living my life was sufficient adventure.

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“’Where is he who has been king of the Jews? For we saw his star when it rose and have come to worship him.’ … And behold, the star…went before them until it came to rest over the place where the child was.” Matthew 2:2, 9 (English Standard Version)

“Every good and perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of the heavenly lights…. James 1:17 (New International Version)

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Holly Westefeld11/06/08
What a fun and unique POV. This is a refreshing take on the star of Bethlehem.