She has stood here for three years now, this little Christmas tree, and although she does not have the trimmings of a glamourous, golden, glittery tall tree, her décor, her sweetness and her homely vibes make me proud of the message that she has been sending loud and clear.
The message she sends, with every blinking blue light, is more than just that of seasonal Christmas peace, joy and hope, and if there would be a symbol of restoration, stewardship, spiritual possession, and even quiet rebellion, it would be she.
For in this space, she is a symbol of victory.
Whether it be in the realms of the spiritual or the realms of the physical, by her presence alone, with her toys and all her Daiso décor, the time where anger, resentment, stubbornness, fear, malice, destruction, and even, evil intention, has been conquered.
And may those times to this space never ever, ever return.
The message she sends, with every blinking blue light, is more than just that of seasonal Christmas peace, joy and hope, and if there would be a symbol of restoration, stewardship, spiritual possession, and even quiet rebellion, it would be she.
For in this space, she is a symbol of victory.
Whether it be in the realms of the spiritual or the realms of the physical, by her presence alone, with her toys and all her Daiso décor, the time where anger, resentment, stubbornness, fear, malice, destruction, and even, evil intention, has been conquered.
And may those times to this space never ever, ever return.