‘“…his delight is in the Lord’s instruction, and he meditates on it day and night. He is like a tree planted beside streams of water that bears its fruit in season and whose leaf does not wither. Whatever he does prospers.” Psalms 1:2-3 HCSB
Good morning, BlessedOne.
Traditions and trees and celebrations of old … this past weekend I was telling my girls about childhood adventures with my dad, annually cutting our Christmas tree, and gathering mistletoe. He is an adrenaline-junkie. The best mistletoe was always in the highest part of the tree. I would spot it, and he would climb and shimmy out to the farthest limb to fetch.
The reason I went in the first place was because the one time I didn’t, he and my brothers brought home the most lopsided, pathetic, monstrosity wad of pine needles and called it a tree.
Poor little thing.
Lights and ornaments didn’t even help. I cried and cried.
Adventures and stories and traditions matter as much as watering trees that grow and stand through seasons of
newness,
fresh coverings,
winds of force,
color change
stripping loss,
barrenness,
and renewal, again.
Our hearts need to be reminded … a return to our grounding place is a return to our Savior, who does not wither us, but renews us.
Join me this Christmas season as a place of renewal. Journal along the margins of your bible, or get a little notebook, or a photo album. Jot a daily reminder for the next 30 days, or so –
Christmas 2016:
I will believe in ___.
I am most thankful for____.
I will always remember ____.
Here is what came to mind for me:
I will believe in more love, more peace, more understanding, more kindness from unexpected places. More love, love, love.
I am most thankful for little girl tradition-memories with family to bring to life again for my loves in an act of renewal, renewal, renewal.
I will always remember home – roots that run deep, having been watered … intentionally, for the continuous bearing of fruit.
Wake up.
Plant the seeds.
Go.
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