“Precious lights,” Addie said as she snuggled in my lap.
The New Orleans Bunch was here on a visit and we were sitting in the living room looking into the dining area. I had put the ceramic Christmas tree I had painted for Mama many years ago on the counter. The lights were glowing in reds, greens, blues, and yellows.
Addie was looking at it and relaxing as she took in what it might be. The kids hadn’t put up their tree yet, so she wasn’t sure what the small glowing tree was.
Her words echoed in my heart —- “precious.”
It seems she and Gracie had been playing a toss game: Gracie would toss Addie to one side and say, “Are you precious?” And then toss her to her other side and say, “Yes, she’s precious!”
Addie loved it—-wrestling and dancing are some of her favorite things.
The fact that she related the little Christmas tree I had painted long ago when her daddy was a little boy to being precious, was touching.
Precious is a word we don’t use too often, right? I mean, babies and children can be precious and look precious; but you don’t hear it all the time in conversation.
Precious is defined as an object or quantity of “great value: not to be wasted or treated carelessly” or as a “term of address for a beloved person” (online dictionary)
Sunday our church celebrated Christ’s birth with a Christmas Program that used scripture to tell the story we hold so dear. We sang hymns inspired by the events surrounding the birth of Christ. As we listened to solos that lifted our hearts, we were further impressed by the miracle of that time as the Son of God entered the world to be with us as a baby in the flesh. The telling of the story of Christ’s birth is so precious;
Christ is so precious; and how amazing that we, sinners and saved by His sacrifice on the cross, are precious to Him.
Before our birth, God knew us and loved us, “For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother’s womb. I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderful made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well. My frame was not hidden from you when I was made in the secret place, when I was woven together in the depths of the earth. You eyes saw my unformed body; all the days ordained for me were written in your book before one of them came to be.” Psalm 139:13-16. This is precious truth.
God’s love is precious and declared all through the Bible: “But God demonstrates his own love for us in this: While we were still sinners, Christ died for us.” Romans 5:8
Christ’s blood which was spilled in payment for our sin debt is precious! “But with the precious blood of Christ, as of a lamb without blemish and without spot:” I Peter 1:19
Let beautifully lit Christmas trees, bring to mind the precious Savior we are given, and may each of you experience the miracle of His presence in your life.
