The Tinsel Moment

Last weekend, my husband came home with something I hadn’t seen or even thought about it since I was a little girl. I didn’t know they still made it.


“Thought it might be fun,” he said.

“I can’t believe you found it.”

What if tinsel could take me back in time?

Childhood Christmases flashed through my mind. Not all of them were merry, but there was always that magical moment when we finally finished decorating the tree. I’d tiptoe into the den all by myself, and squint through the darkness letting everything blur except for the lights and the tinsel. By then, the nativity scene had been placed under the glow of the Christmas tree.

Could we recreate that kind of moment?

After Rick and I added the lights and ornaments, we draped the fragile silver threads, one at a time.

When we finished I surveyed the tree.

Pretty, but something was missing–maybe from my heart.

After dark, I squinted like when I was a little girl.

Just to see…

And then it happened.

Everything blurred except for the lights and the tinsel…

And the meaning of Christmas, which shone like the Star of David.

I moved in close and buried my face in the aroma.

The name “Jesus” hung front and center near the nativity scene ornament. 

This is it. This is what I felt as a child.

It wasn’t the tinsel!

It was Jesus!

When we focus on the miracle of His birth, “the things of earth will grow strangely dim in the light of His glory and grace.

*** If you need prayer this Christmas, I’d love to pray.

*** P.S. Since Christmas comes on a Wednesday this year, I’m going to take a blog-rest next week. I’ll be back Wednesday, January 1, 2014 to announce my word for the year. Can’t wait to hear yours!! xoxo