When I knew that my second born daughter and her family would be staying with us until their trip to Ghana in February for the Homabenase well project, I knew I wanted my two oldest grandkids to have some special things at "Nana's house" just for them.
So, in the only space in the house that I could think of that would work, my home office,
I let them have their own Christmas tree, completely decorated by just them.
The presents under the tree are gifts they've bought to give to others.
This morning, as I go into my office, turn on Handel's Messiah, and open my Bible and journal for my quiet time, the tree shining there in the corner, blesses, not just them, but it blesses me.
sharing at Emily's for Tuesdays Unwrapped