Each morning in December a big upholstered chair in front of my Christmas tree becomes my prayer closet. I take my Bible and snuggle between the oversized arms and hunker down. Cup of tea in hand, I come into God’s presence, staring at the tree. It is covered with ornaments and balls that bring memories of past times, family, friends, joy and sadness. It is dark and uninviting until at 5:40 the lights snap on.

What a difference! It goes from a replica of a living tree with objects that would have no reason for being, to something almost alive. The lights shimmer through see-through ribbons, sparkle off colored balls and twinkle on ornaments as if announcing joy. My gaze is pulled to the angel sitting regally on top. At any minute I expect to hear her proclaim, “peace to all men of good will.”

The transition from dark to light brings my thoughts to our Savior, the Light of the world. Praise pours from my grateful heart for the memory of when His light clicked on in me years ago…a light that has never been extinguished. I’m sorry when the tree darkens again, I remember what it was like to be in darkness. But even now when things darken my world, He assures me He is still with me, the light is still on.

“I am the light of the World. He who follows me shall not walk in darkness but have the light of life. ┬áJohn 8:12