Last year around this time, I had been obsessing over this tree. I didn’t like the tinsel that we had previously, or the fact that all the ornaments were clumped together. So we changed it and got some ribbon, and took off probably half the ornaments and tried to disperse them evenly. Maybe I had Christmas tree envy from seeing so many picture perfect, beautiful trees. I don’t know why I was so obsessed because that really isn’t like me.
And then suddenly I realized that no matter how uneven the tree might look, how clumped together the ornaments and lights and ribbon might be, the tree is a perfect reflection of us. Because we are not picture perfect, much like this tree. We have things in our life that are uneven and ugly. We have things in our life that we may want to be rid of, no matter how hard we try.
When I really looked at this tree, and after the fourth time of trying to make it look better and reorganizing it, three ornaments stuck out. Somehow when I was obsessively placing ornaments they came together in the center. Just dollar store ornaments that I had painted a few years ago. Little wooden ornaments of peace, hope, and joy.
I had been so concerned about a tree, yet and now marvelled in the fact that God could use a tree to speak to me. And these three little words that at Christmas time means so much. Hope because when Jesus was born, He brought us hope that He would save the world. Peace, because one day all wars and oppression will cease and we will be living together peacefully with Jesus as King. And joy, because we rejoice in what He has done, and what He is doing, and what He will one day do.
This year, we were blessed with a new tree. A bit smaller, it fit well in our living room. It looked a lot nicer. We decorated it simply and I thought it looked just perfect.
I loved looking at this perfect, pre lit tree. Not only was it easy to assemble, it just looked so pretty! For a few weeks, everything was twinkling! Until this morning. When I woke up this morning and turned on the tree, I noticed that the lower half wasn’t lighting up.
Now when I look at this tree, I don’t see what I saw before. I see more of what I saw last year with our messy, family tree. And I’m so thankful.
No longer do I want to have a tree as beautiful as what I see in magazines, in other people’s homes, or on Facebook and Instagram. Now, when I look at this this tree, I see a God who knows me personally, who loves me personally, and who cares enough to bring a special Christmas message just for me. He doesn’t seek perfection. He doesn’t need for us to have it all together. He just wants us to share with the world that He is Hope, He is Peace, He is love.
A perfect reminder from my not so perfect Christmas tree.
You can read more of our wonderful December 2018 series, here: Telling Hearts December series 2018 Wonderful Sister Sharing