I love love love our Advent Tree! This is a fairly new tradition that we started about two years ago. In addition to our real tree in the house, we have an additional tree on the porch that reminds us each day when we enter and leave our home why we we’re celebrating Christmas. This tree doesn’t have all the bells and whistles, but it has little pockets with numbers on them for each day leading up to Christmas. Inside those pockets are scriptures that we bring into the house to read during our lighting the Advent candles.
If you want to try this fun tradition, I suggest buying an inexpensive artificial tree big or small that you can put somewhere in your home. Let the kids find the scriptures and write the book of the Bible and verse on a slip of paper to put in little envelopes around the tree. I found my pockets at Michaels, but you can easily create them yourself. Every day let one of the kids pull out the scripture to bring into read for breakfast or dinner.
Hey Ladies! As you may have read, I’m studying 1 Peter and I’ve been feeling this urge to share my thoughts with you. I created a PDF and the archive audio is up!
Hereis the archive link:
Before I came to know Christ, I craved freedom and it meant different things to me at different times in my life. Freedom meant doing what I wanted to and when I wanted to do it, it meant no ties, no real reflection, and a life of pursuing what made me happy. Somehow through all of this so called freedom I never felt really free, because in reality I was a slave to my own delusion. A delusion in which I placed my freedom in my own capable hands, but the problem was I wasn’t very capable. I believed freedom could be found in the world, through traveling, by independence, finding adventure and a lot of other people, places and things that were supposed to fill the void. The fact is I was lonely, unfulfilled and felt tied down…to what I wasn’t sure which was why I kept fighting for that unattainable freedom. Then it happened freedom found me…I gave my life to Christ and when I was raised from the baptismal waters I remember feeling like a light had literally come upon me and filled up every dark spot that I could never bring light to by my own accord.
The freedom I felt coming out of that water was indescribable, it was exactly what I had been searching for all my life. This was pure beautiful freedom. The freedom granted by Christ, the freedom that was bought with the ultimate price to break my chains, allowing me to soar, granting me grace and the peace that had always alluded me. My life changed. I was no longer a slave, no longer burdened, but free. I was happy, sincerely, genuinely joyful. The funny thing is the world still tries to deceive me with its lure of false freedom and although I know better I always have to be on guard. Keeping my eyes open, and my heart and mind filled with the word of God as my protection. The traps are still there, the temptations always linger, calling me to its lies and reminding me of all its false promises, if I just gave in, just put that foot back in the door. It invites me in for a quick visit, but I know that once I enter, getting out will deplete my soul, spirit, mind and body. By the grace of God, I remember where that door leads, and I look back at the footsteps of tears, uncertainty, heartache, fear, loneliness, sin, regret, and I thank God for giving me freedom through Christ and each day I try to never walk through the doors of slavery to the girl I was before I had wings.