One of my very favorite Christmas sights are trees piled a-top cars tied with string.
I love imagining how happy that tree must be because it is going home to a place to fulfill the reason it was created. I love thinking that it feels beautiful adorned with lights and ornaments.
Christmas trees really are a magical thing.
The evergreen tree reminds us of life and that Christ lived for us and with Him He brought the possibility of everlasting life. How grateful I am for His birth and for His life.
I love this time of year to reflect on my love for my Savior.
So, today as a family we went to get our Christmas tree.
(Thank you Pia for my lovely German scarf!)
Daddy found it!
Our family has a house up in the western mountains of North Carolina.
My father grew up in the house, my grandmother grew up in the house, my Great Grandmother and her husband lived in the house, and my great-great grandparents Zeb and Rachel Cathey (the woman I was named after) built the home. Needless to say, North Carolina is a special place to us.
Our family tradition is to go to NC, stay in our old family home, wake up early, and go to the Nesbitt Christmas tree farm. We hike a mountain and search and search and then cut down our own tree. Dad gets mad as he struggles to cut down our (normally 8 or 9 foot) tree. Then we all blissfully drive home with our little piece of North Carolina.
This year, my father had surgery and we were not able to make the trip because of his health. But something wonderful happened when we went to go pick out our tree.
We asked where the trees were from and the man said, "North Carolina."