Like you and me, it was created to weather the storm.
Weathers the seasons,
The harsh and the mild,
The tornado winds, ice storm brutality, hail.
Becoming stronger, the longer … longer it stands.
Pointing toward heaven, it’s beaten down, and lifts again.
Seeking its treasure … lifting to heaven.
Roots firmly planted as its branches grow – ever soaring. Reaching back up.
It chooses to stand.
It lights the homes of the just and the unjust, and perhaps … perhaps … plants a seed that lifts a broken, shattered heart to find hope in the perfection of the Christ Child.
Dare to see my SweetOne.
Deepen each glimpse of the traditions of Christmas folding out all around us.
Glance again and again til it lights up in agreement with the Holy.
‘“I am the one who answers your prayers and cares for you. I am like a tree that is always green; all your fruit comes from me.” (Hosea 14:8 NLT)