i came home from college to find a nice surprise standing in the living room: our white, synthetic christmas tree. sounds ugly, doesn't it? at least it would to me. but i assure you--it's one of the most beautiful things i've ever seen.
when i was a child, we never had a big tree. i felt an emptiness whenever i stepped foot in our small apartment, an emptiness not from the bitter cold but the contrast in atmosphere. i wondered why our home felt dim, why such a silent suffering was so present, why bright lights so graciously colored the night of our neighborhood yet barely reached the corners of our living room. i wondered as a child.
yet as God began to piece the brokenness of our home together, i saw hope. and that's what this tree reminds me of. it shines brightly, consuming everything that is dark and cold in its shade of red. so beautiful.