My little Gift and Thrift tree is set up in the space. It was purchased for not too much money a few years ago at my favorite thrift shop. I love that the branches stay attached and just kind of fold up, and that it assembles in two pieces.
I am not good about fluffing it to make it look real, though I am not sure how real a plastic tree can look. Once the ornaments are hung, it looks better.
The colored lights are strung, as I am a colored lights girl. Actually, I love the look of both colored and white together, but I also like using what I have, and this is it.
Decorating is not going according to plan. I removed the ornament box from our room when I realized that all we were doing was tripping over it. I know the decorating will happen, I am struggling to hold its timing very, very loosely.
So that is where things stand, and it is hard.
In the grand scheme of life it is not that big of a deal.
In fact, I am hearing a lot of things inside that try to minimize the hope and anticipation that I feel over the small act of unpacking my memories and hanging them for a season as a reminder of God’s goodness and faithfulness to me over the years.
Too much trouble.
There are bigger issues in the world and in other people’s lives.
But this is my life. And these are my issues. And I will continue to hope and wonder.
I will continue to be encouraged by women like this who remind me that it’s okay to hope and to show up in the space slowly and quietly.