As I soaked in the beauty during that early morning stillness, I appreciated a time of reverence. I smiled at the recently toppled tree. Not only had our family worked to topple it in the field the day after Thanksgiving, it had toppled earlier this week after being fully decorated. My dear husband arrived home to find it on its side. This second toppling wasn’t as fun as when our son’s girlfriend sawed it down. Perhaps God is inviting my thanksgiving in spite of those experiences I would prefer to avoid.
I viewed the recently restored ornaments, some of which had been shifted or were now facing backward. I’m reminded of the dear ones that once hand-crafted them, provided them as gifts, or specific years noted on the ornaments: Our son’s paper and bead work piece from at least 15 years ago, the paper laser nativity that crumpled in the recent tumble and “Our new home 1993” ornament when we first moved to the country. My life has been graced by many generous ones. Perhaps God is inviting me to pause to appreciate those that have touched my life.
And as my husband now works to refill the reservoir and excitedly tells me how much water the tree pulled in during the past 24 hours, I’m reminded of the significance of nourishment and water in my life. Water refreshes and revitalizes. I’m reminded of my baptism years ago. Baptism is a time of renewal and cleansing — an outward symbol of an inward transformation. I believe it is significant to have ongoing reminders of those baptismal waters. Perhaps God is inviting me to cleansing and awareness in this bustling season.
Sometimes it’s easy to miss what’s right in front of us; I’m again reminded of the spot on the wall that needed attention. Once I set my mind to it, I was surprised how quickly I could wipe it all away. Perhaps God is reminding me to sometimes pray with my eyes open.