I will remember the deeds of the Lord; yes, I will remember your miracles of long ago.
Call us Mr. and Mrs. Scrooge, but for the last two Christmases, my husband, Danny, and I have neglected to put up a tree. Sure, we faithfully hang Advent calendars, place the Nativity scene in its usual corner and the Advent wreath on the table, hang up the stockings, and display our two garlands of greenery: one adorns our mantelpiece; the other is suspended from the ceiling between the dining area and the kitchen. (The latter, unfortunately, has gone missing from our Christmas stash in the garage. We are at a loss as to what has become of it, so resign ourselves to its absence.)
But, no tree. Because, we reason, as our children are grown and don't particularly care about one, and our granddaughter, Virginia Rose, is too young to appreciate or remember a Christmas tree, why go to all that trouble? This year, though, as Virginia turned four last July, we know she will be so excited about the sparkly lights and decorations, we actually can't wait to put it up!
As we celebrated Thanksgiving with family the Saturday before, we plan to have Virginia over Thanksgiving Day so she can help decorate the Christmas tree. I purposely select ornaments which haven't adorned our tree in forever, but which are unbreakable, for Virginia to place on the lower limbs which are easily within her reach. She does a great job!
She is so proud of herself!
I notice when Virginia finishes her task, her eyes are darting around the rest of the living room, taking in all the Christmas displays. As she heads for the kitchen where her Papa is fixing a mini-Thanksgiving lunch, Virginia stops dead in her tracks. She points to the ceiling where last year's garland should be hanging.
"Where's that one?" Virginia asks. Danny and I are dumbfounded! That was a year ago! She was only three! How does she possibly remember that?
Still reeling with the shock of Virginia's amazing memory, we explain why the garland isn't there and assure her we will continue looking for it. And, in that brief moment, it dawns on me. Had we taken the time to put up the Christmas tree last year, Virginia would have appreciated and recalled it so much more than we realized.
And, that memory would be indelibly burned in her mind's eye . . .
What is your earliest childhood memory?
Prayer: Father, let us remember your deeds and your miracles of long ago. Seal them not just in our minds, but in our hearts. As we traverse this season of Advent, may we reflect both upon the birth of Your Son, Christ Jesus, our Lord and Savior, and upon Your promise that He will come again in glory. In Jesus' precious name, we pray. Amen.