Per usual, my Thanksgiving will start with a flurry–potatoes to peel, cream to whip. So much to do in so little time. But once the food makes it to the table, that’s when the holiday truly shines. We’ll sit down to a table that once belonged to my great grandmother; we’ll clasp hands and bow our heads as many a generation before. And my grandmother will pray. She’ll pray, and pray, and pray for everyone she can possibly think of, known and unknown, so that by the time she utters the final ‘Amen,’ we’ll wonder if any heat remains in the candied yams.
But a funny thing, even forkfuls of cold stuffing taste better on Thanksgiving. I imagine it’s the grace that covers it: a heart of true thanksgiving, in want and in plenty; remembrance of family and friends, both far and near; a prayer for peace and provision for those in need.
Thus begins my holiday.
It will lead right into naps, turkey-cranberry sandwiches with ice cold Coca-Colas, long meandering walks, old Christmas movies, decking the halls, celebrating my mum’s birthday–you know, the good stuff. Through it all, connecting each piece to another, will be bright, colorful, ribbons of thankfulness.
And you will be among them. You’re a few members of my family, a handful of dedicated friends; you’re those I know as little more than a faithful spot on the map, and those I’ve come to know and love through comments and blog posts. While the interwebs are full of intriguing characters, gorgeous homes, and otherwise inspiring sites, you take the time to visit me. It truly warms my heart. And I am thankful.
So whether or not you’re celebrating the Thanksgiving holiday, I pray the coming days are warm and filled with good cheer; I pray your home and heart may overflow with contentment . . .
Bountiful blessings to you and yours, in the coming days and always!