Do you remember,
when you wished upon a star?
That first star you saw, that one was magic.
In our heads, that little star, a million miles away,
could make every with come true.
I can't tell you how many times I wished for something petty and selfish.
Almost every time, I wished for that new toy that I wanted.
I sit here, years later, wondering what my wish would be now.
If I could still will my heart to believe that it could make my wish come true no matter how big.
Would I be petty and selfish?
Wish for something new?
Would I wish for my puny problems to go away?
I'm a selfish first world child, no matter how hard I try to not be.
Or would my wish be something bigger?
Would I wish for something for our orphanage in Uganda?
Would I wish for enough stuff, and enough time to finish the Christmas presents we need done for them all?
Or would I wish for something for a friend going through a hard time?
Would I think bigger?
Would I wish that there would be no war?
Would I wish that world hunger was gone?
Would I wish that every child would have a loving family?
I consider this, wondering what my wish would be...
Then I stop.
I realize that wishing on a star will do me no good,
why should I think about making a silly wish?
Wouldn't it be better to think that there's actual hope in your wish?
Wouldn't it be better to ask the one who has the power to make it happen?
Why don't I ask my God?
Isn't he more powerful than the star that He created?
He made the constellations and the beauty of the stars in the sky.
My thoughts and wishes should go to him, not to a non-living ball of gas that certainly isn't listening.
But God is, he hears our every thought.
He hears our every wish,
so stop wishing on a star,
and direct them toward him.
And when you look up to the sky and see the sun, the moon and the stars—all the heavenly array—do not be enticed into bowing down to them and worshiping things the Lord your God has apportioned to all the nations under heaven