We all have favorite Christmas decorations. The ones which hold dear memories and bring back cherished times. The mere sight of them can transport us back to the very first time we hung them on our tree.
So it is with my red beads. The photo Linda Stoll shared in one of her recent posts (HERE) reminded me of my own beads, not yet taken down from our attic. They are about forty years old and hold a sentimental value for which I was not fully certain of, just yet.
We went to get our tree at the same lot we had gone to for several years now. As promised, we facetimed our youngest granddaughter. We walked among the rows of trees, showing her various ones so she could help us make our selection.
Putting up our tree, I again remembered Linda’s post. I was discovering for myself that her words were ringing true – simple – truly was better this year.
Our first snow arrived soon after our tree went up. The snow wasn’t much to speak of, not even enough to shovel. But it was enough to blanket the yard and trees, bringing a beauty and a hush that began to minister to my soul.
The familiar words come drifting back to mind:
“Purify me with hyssop, and I shall be clean; Wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow.” (Psalm 51:7, NASB)
The beauty of the snow lies in the fact that it reminds us of our great need to be cleansed. It assures us of the completed work of our Lord Jesus Christ who washes us and makes us whiter than snow.
Advent, is the time of waiting and remembering the life, and work, of our Savior.
Looking at our tree, seeing the red beads woven through the green branches, stirs my heart deeply. They now have deepened in their significance and sentiment.
The blood of Jesus has been woven through the Christmas story from the beginning. He came knowing what His purpose would be; knowing the Cross lie ahead.
The Christmas story
springs God’s greatest plan into action –
“Our sins they are many, His mercy is more.”
Prayer is one of the greatest gifts we can give to one another. Take time today to read Karen Friday’s post, Matters of the Heart: Pray for My Husband HERE and pray for Mike’s healing. Pray for the Lord to keep His hand upon both Mike and Karen and their family as they continue this long journey.
Come, sit a spell. Bring your coffee, your posts, and your thoughts. If you link up, kindly visit those who have drawn up a seat around you.
**Please note that this will be the last linkup of 2025. We will meet back here on Wednesday January 7, 2026. May your Christmas be filled with the joy of Christ and His everlasting love for each of you!
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