I love Christmas trees. There is just something really special about finding the perfect one and bringing it home to bedazzle with lights and ornaments galore.

Now, don’t get me wrong. The tree that comes home with us is rarely perfect. But, while there is always a hole or bare spot here or there, we always seem to find just the right ornament to fill the gap and make what was once imperfect just perfect for us.

I can’t help but imagine that this is exactly how our Almighty Father see us.

I can just see Him strolling through the woods on a beautiful, crisp winter’s eve when all of a sudden He spots us amongst all the other trees. We begin to glow radiantly in a Christmas-miracle, holiday-movie-kind-of-moment which crescendos when the director cues the music and a choir of angels fill the heavens with a collective, melodic ahhhhhhhhhhh.

As He moves closer, He begins to circle us, smiling as He takes us all in. We aren’t perfect by any stretch of the imagination, but judging by the look on His face and the sound of His contented sighs, it is more than obvious that we are just right for Him.

At home, He cracks open a big box of ornaments, each brimming with special meaning. Some represent happy times—the birth of a child, the birth of His child, a vacation with family or some other priceless blessing bestowed upon us over the years. Some represent things that still bring us to tears—the loss of a loved one, for example; a once living, colorful breathing being, now just a photograph embraced by pewter angel wings.  

All, however, come together to fill in the many holes and gaps and, before we know it, what was once imperfect has become perfect for God Himself as we light up with the glorious hope He’s had for us all along—for each to become a beautiful symbol of the season and a magnificent, radiant reflection of Him.

Cue the music.

Amen and Ehmen.