We were tucked quietly into camping chairs, with our heads tilted back and a light breeze blowing when one of my lovely nieces walked over to me and asked where the star was that Jesus lived on. She climbed up onto my lap and tilted her head against my shoulder, thumb in her mouth, little fingers working a strand of hair. Her innocence and faith was remarkable.
I explained to her that I wasn't sure which star it was that Jesus lived on, but that I'm sure that He was there and was aware that we were there too. She then asked me another very insightful question for one so young- she is only 4.
"Which star is Biggie's?" Such a simple question, but her eyes looked into mine in the darkness and her brow furrowed because she really wanted to know. I told her that her uncle, "Biggie" didn't have a star yet, but that we should definitely pick one out for him that night.
The boys, my niece and I scanned the night sky looking for the best possible star to name for Steve and to serve as a reminder that he, too, was always near and never far away. After a short discussion we settled on Polaris. It is the given name for the North star. I spoke with the kids about how the North star always stands straight and true in the direction for which it is named, much like their dad and uncle. No one ever doubted where Steve stood. He knew what was right, he knew what needed to be done, he never wavered- he has always been our constant.
That night Polaris became Biggie's Star. So, when you look up into the night sky and see the star just right of the Big Dipper, bright and clear- standing constant in its direction I hope you think of Steve. I know he's guiding us throughout this journey. We are still loved by a wonderful man. We are still inspired and strengthened by the path he walked. We walk the same path in the faith that one day we will all stand together again- constant and true to one another.
Much love,
Kami
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