Deborah Vogts contributed this lovely tree and a story from her childhood. Thanks for sharing with us, Deborah!
As a girl, my family always put up a cedar tree cut from one of our pastures. One day I hope to have a living room with a wood floor so I can do the same. Here's a favorite Christmas memory from that time:
When I was ten or eleven years old, I remember looking out the window at bedtime as it had started to snow. Now mind you, it wasn’t one of those icy, frigid snowstorms Kansas is well-known for, but rather a gentle snowfall with flakes as big as silver dollars. Dressed in my pajamas, robe, and rubber boots, I snuck out the door of our old farmhouse onto the porch and gazed up at the beautiful site. Unable to stay put for long, I took off on a stroll beneath the tall, ancient cedar trees that lined the side of our home.
I remember the colorful lights from our Christmas tree blinking through the living room window, the crunch of my boots in the snow, and being filled with absolute wonder and peace as these huge snowflakes fell silently onto my face and into my outstretched hands. In that moment, I recall thinking that this must have been what it was like when Jesus was born and how blessed I was to share in such a moment. ~ How blessed we are today to rejoice in our Savior’s birth.
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Thanks for having me on your blog, Cheryl. Many blessings to you & your readers, AND may you have a very, merry, blessed Christmas season!
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