25/12/2025
Every year we stand here again.
Same tree. Same tradition.
But never the same season.
Little hands grow taller. Roles shift. Hearts stretch.
Some children are only here for a chapter; but every one of them leaves an imprint.
We’re grateful for a God who meets us in every version of family He entrusts to us.
A God who grows, heals, restores, and gently draws us closer to Him; through joy, through change, through letting go.
This tree holds more than lights.
It holds memories, prayers, and gratitude for all that was, all that is, and all He’s still writing.
