I finally got one of our Christmas trees decorated. It’s the tree I put the kitchen sink on.
You know what I mean. This is the one with ornaments friends have given me, kids made me, ones that weren’t really ornaments but I hang them on the tree anyway.
Oh, wait. I have those on both my trees. 😉
Anyway, when I’m decorating this tree (it takes over one end of the family room) I do a lot of praying. I pray for my kids and their spouses as I hang the ornaments that have pictures of them as kids and the ones they made me when they were little.
I have a bell that one of my friends gave everyone at her wedding several years ago that hangs there, so I pray for her, her husband and her two kids.
Gorgeous ornaments I’ve scored playing Dirty Santa at the RWI party each year give me several spunky ladies to pray for. (And sometimes I pray for the ones I stole them from. 🙂 )
I have one from a very special secret sister who passed away the week before my youngest son was born, so I pray for her family when I put it on the tree.
I pray for G-Man when I hang something from a package he gave me, and I pray for my walking buddy when I hang Santa’s underwear. (She swiped them from him.)
I have a sparkly N’awlins mask my friend Marilyn made me one year, so she gets prayed over.
And I have a gorgeous hand made ornament my friend who went through hip replacement before I did. She was so encouraging to me, she gets a pile of “bless hers”.
I have a beautiful dove Sweet Shirley made everyone in the office. Blessings on her, too.
Now don’t get me wrong. I don’t stop, get on my knees and spend hours praying for each of these people. I just ask the Lord to bless them as I work. And I think about the joy they’ve given me over the years. (And years and, in come cases, YEARS!)
And since no one volunteers to help me put the ornaments on the tree (or take them off) I have lots of quiet time to pray.
He’s the one I should be talking to when I decorate my tree, anyway, right?
After all, He’s the Reason for the Season.