December 16, 2019
I will always love Christmas. In spite of the commercialism, which I notice now in ways that I didn’t used to notice…My heart is much more sensitive to the true meaning of Christmas.
I love our decorated house; Ashley loved our decorated house. A beautiful space…full of anticipation, of family, of joy, and of smiles. I will always love Christmas, the real meaning of Christmas…Christ, and His coming to earth. God, who left the perfectness of heaven, because of His great love for you and for me…to come be one of us…not as a King, but as a baby, born into a life like yours and mine…no silver spook life for Him, born into this life to die for my salvation. That…the real meaning of Christmas. Perhaps one Christmas my decorations will come back out, but not this year. This year…my heart rests in Him…in His love. With sweet memories…memories for which I am so grateful!
But…I found I had to express my love of Christmas in some way. So, I have put out two small trees. One is Zach’s heart tree, which I’ve had since he was about two years old. Over that time, I’ve added hearts every year. I couldn’t bring myself to dig through all my boxes, so it’s not as full as normal because most of the larger hearts are still packed away.
The other tree is for Ashley. It is not something I have done in the past, and I with that I had. It is out now, and I like to think that she can see it. I know she would love it. Some of the ornaments are new, some are old. They each hold special meaning.
I’ve had two precious friends drop by with such thoughtful, personal gifts this week. One showed up at my door with this beautiful, personalised ornament, which looks perfect on Ashley’s tree. The other friend stopped by today with this sweet throw. I’m so truly blessed…so truly thankful.
