Moving Day was a beautiful Saturday considering it was mid-December in the Midwest. The awful cold I'd had during the packing marathon subsided just in the nick of time.
Forgot to take pics -- oh, well. :-)
On Tuesday, enough of the clutter had been cleared away to get the Christmas tree set up. It had been raining for two days, so it was soaked, but I think we got the last, best tree on the lot (for half off, too)!
It was so cold and wet the guy in the little tent in the garden center called someone from inside the store to cut and bag our tree. He barely stuck his hand out to beep our other purchases. He was not budging from his precious tent!
With Polar Express playing in the background we opened the containers that hold our collection of ornaments and started in.
Our Christmas tree is like the old crazy quilt my Grandma made. The crazy quilt that my mom used to wrap us in when we were sick. The crazy quilt I used to rub the velvet pieces of fabric and trace the patterns of fancy embroidery with my fingers feeling ever so comforted and warm.
(I could have used that crazy quilt last week.)
Our Christmas tree is full of all the random ornaments from ages past and just yesterday.
Sitting in our new living room with the tree glowing and the cats sniffing around was as soothing as being wrapped in the love embroidered into the quilt.
I wonder if Mary took a special quilt with her on their journey to Bethlehem. I wonder if she took comfort in the years and tradition it caused her to remember. I wonder if it gave her a sense of the familiar in her new surroundings.
Now may our Lord Jesus Christ Himself and God our Father,
who has loved us and given us eternal comfort
and good hope by grace, comfort and strengthen
your hearts in every good work and word.
2 Thessalonians 2:16-17
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