Oh Christmas Tree

I have an earnest love of Christmas trees.  I really do. I love all of them but my favorites are the ones with ornaments that hold meaning to that family. One filled with color and not color coordinated. One with a mixture of colored and white lights, but the colored lights stand out more. One covered is sparkly tinsel. One that is decorated with laughter and joy.  That’s what our Christmas trees are at my house.  We have two this year when we generally only have one. We aren’t even going to be at my house on Christmas which makes me so sad. The last possible day to enjoy the trees during the Christmas season and I will be somewhere that is not home.  

During the Christmas season, I love to turn off the lights in the house and turn on the Christmas decorations and the trees, especially the trees and just admire them.  The variation of lights, different ornaments, and the glittering icicles warm me up inside.  Throw in a fire and good company and I am a content girl.  But I love to sit and stare alone mostly.  I sit with the light of the tree, falling lightly around me, bible and journal in hand, and spend time with the Precious One who is the reason there is a Christmas season.  It is such sweet time.  It is also where I write the blog posts that are not about the 30 day list.  The posts where I pour (or type) out my heart and share.  Last night was one of those nights. I had the house to myself and it was so quiet.  Icy weather was knocking at the door so I had no choice but to stay home.  Television just wasn’t cutting it. I was restless and knew exactly what I needed to settle down. Time with my Savior and to get out the emotions I was feeling.  Ever faithful, I asked if God would come hold my hand. I knew that what I was feeling was not going anywhere. I know that it won’t for a while.  So what did He do? As I sat on the couch, writing in my journal and talking to Him out loud (I’m not crazy), He came and held my hand.  Not is a physical, Jesus came and sat on the couch with me last night way, but in a way I could not deny. Everything was welling up in me, pain seeping into my heart and He just let me release it all. It was beautiful. I love to be romanced and pursued by my Savior. He dotes on me like no one else can. He is my strong tower, ready for my burdens. He is just what I need all the time.  And He gave me Christmas trees.

This Christmas tree is not mine by the way, but I haven't taken any pictures of ours yet.