Merry Christmas, sweet friends! I have a little short-but-sweet message on my heart this Saturday evening that I would like to share with you. I hope that you will be encouraged, as I was, to look for God’s hand in the little things this Christmas.
As I sit in my family room gazing at my family’s Christmas tree, I smile. The tree is a few inches too tall for our ceiling, so my hard-working daddy laboriously bent and manipulated the top branch so that my mom could display her Christmas star, to remind us of Jesus and that silent night in Bethlehem. Our ornaments don’t match. Some are Campbell soup ornaments collected by my great-grandmother, some are from the years each of my siblings was born, and some are from my parents’ childhood. Most of the ornaments are crooked, and some are flipped upside down.
But I wouldn’t change a thing.
Normally I would call myself a perfectionist. Normally I would appreciate a perfectly balanced tree with all the matching fixtures. But not tonight. Gazing at this Christmas tree, I realize that it is the most perfect tree I have ever seen. The memories and the love it holds include its crooked star and Campbell soup ornaments.
I am reminded that human imperfection is the very reason that we need a perfect Savior and that God sent His Son to us on that silent night in Bethlehem. We, with our crooked ideas and upside-down lifestyles, could never be good enough to come face to face with such a holy God. Our imperfections were the ideal setting for His perfect sacrifice.
Sure, my Christmas tree is crooked. No, the ornaments don’t match. But God is using my Christmas tree, with all of its lovely imperfections, to help me relinquish my obsession with perfection for the only Person Who can perfectly satisfy me.