Christmas left out all year would numb the magic of the season. The boxes serve to protect the memories in order to revive them again at the same time next year. Old memories are treasured and without fail, new memories are added each time Christmas is un-boxed. I will retrieve the stuffed cat from under the sofa and give baby Jesus some breathing room from the crowd pressed in against him on my coffee table. I will unplug the lights and undecorate the tree, putting each piece in its own box inside the bigger box that houses the memories throughout the next eleven months.
n Iowa, Thanksgiving seems to mark the transition from fall into winter. This year as I’ve watched the trees turn, I’ve also tuned into my heart a
little more. Although I have endured major life changes, I have much to
be thankful for. Even in brokenness, my heart is full.
The ebb and flow—it carries us, heals us, and grounds us. The change of seasons offers a change of perspective, a chance to rest, and an opportunity to start fresh. Even though we change with the seasons, the rhythm of life keeps a steady beat that connects us to our past and propels us toward our future.
It’s so strange how the snow melts from the bottom up.