The Christmas tree

On Saturday I achieved a daunting task – I bought and decorated a Christmas tree, for the first time in over 30 years. Why was it so daunting?

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Last year Jean-Pierre, my husband, died. Choosing and decorating the tree was very special to him and he made it a work of art. So this was really hard for me to do. Memories filled the room and I got really sad, while at the same time I was enjoying the sight of the tree coming together.

The difference Jesus made that day was immense. I remembered his promise that those who mourn would be comforted, and I told him I needed that comfort. As the day went on, I realised that each time I had a sad face, Jesus was nudging me to smile. Just to turn up the corners of my mouth! Just realising that this was happening actually made me giggle. And then each time I had a sad thought, he brought to mind something I was thankful for.

If you were to pray for me or for others missing a loved one this Christmas, please could you pray for that comfort and strengthening, an ability to focus on all that’s good and lovely, and a deep conviction in the hope Jesus brings.