A Tree Of Memories

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We have our tree up! In fact, we have three. All of them even have lights now, which actually proved more challenging than we thought. You see, first, we ran out of lights after two and a half trees (that's what happens when you go from one tree to three). So then we took the lights off one and a half of the trees and redistributed them. (The other tree had colorful lights, and we wanted the two remaining trees to have white.) After getting everything looking great (with the help of an outdoor light net), two strands of lights died on us. Daniel, our resident handyman, tinkered with them and succeeded in fixing one, but the second refused to be revived. Dad saved the day by running to the store for a few more boxes of lights, and we are now (hopefully) done with that step of decorating. Though I have to say, I was getting pretty good at stringing lights!

After the lights comes my favorite part of decorating for Christmas, putting the ornaments on the tree. As we pull them out of the box, it's more than just glass and glitter that we hold in our hands, it's a memory. Each one has a story. Some are store-bought, some hand made. Some are beautiful, some are downright ugly. All of them are treasures. The memories that come bring a variety of emotions. Most are joyful. We talk about who gave us this one and laugh at how the child (who is now an adult) made that one. However, some of the memories are bittersweet. We are reminded of those who are no longer a part of our lives, and we silently hang ornaments that belong to loved ones who can't be with us this Christmas. Each memory, though, in its own way is good, and we are grateful for them all. So, although it may look as though our tree is filled with an odd assortment of mix-matched ornaments, it really is filled with wonderful memories. As I look at our tree throughout the Christmas season, I am continually reminded of the many blessings I have received.  

~Elisabeth Macy~

Thirty-Five Years Later

Thirty-five years ago Michael and I exchanged our marriage vows before a crowd of loving and supportive friends and family and before our Lord. It was a beautiful ceremony, complete with evergreen trees and Christmas plaid and communion. However, there would have been no wedding if a solemn moment had not occurred a couple of months earlier in a stretch of desert land that is now covered over with shopping malls and parking lots. There surrounded by desert brush with only my dog and God as our witnesses, we vowed that divorce would never be an option for us. Indeed, we committed to never speak the word in relation to ourselves. So serious were we, as young twenty-somethings, that we agreed that it would be better to never know the joy of oneness than to allow the mere thought of divorce to disrupt our union. You see, Michael had experienced the heartbreak that divorce brings from a very personal perspective and knew that he never wanted to experience it again.

By God's grace, that very first vow of a young unmarried couple made to each other and more importantly to our Lord has been kept. Our marriage has had its share of good times and also of difficult, but through it all, God has been faithful beyond all that we dreamed or hoped for as nervous young kids standing at the altar. One of the most amazing gifts, at least to me as a female, is the ever deepening love we have for each other in spite of grey hair and wrinkles and my added padding. We truly do love and enjoy each other more today, far more, than we did thirty-five years ago as newlyweds. Tonight, and every December 5th, we celebrate the start of Our Peculiar Family, marveling at God's incredible goodness to us!