looking for Jesus

After much delay we finally decorated the tree! My brother's unexpected death, the Sandy Hook massacre, and the realization that one son can't make it here almost cancelled the whole thing.

But we brought the tree in, played the carols and captured the spirit. Most of our ornaments have a long history-- many are fragile and worn--made by my children, given by our parents and my students--some heirlooms from grandparents.
Each must be remembered and placed with care.

We stood back to admire our work and my husband asked, "Where's Jesus ?"
The boxes are all packed away.
Guess I'll be searching for Jesus today.