A duvet of marshmallow mist collects over the fields
spreading out round the house, on this bright Thanksgiving morning. No wind
buffets the birds which swoop and dive, peck and claw for their food. Most of
the glorious harlequin robes have dropped from the trees, which stand naked and
bare in the cold.
From those who have been given much, much will be required.
I know that the boundaries for me have fallen in pleasant places, and I am
grateful to God for my loving family and friends. May gratitude characterise
this day and may God guide me to think about and pray for all those in dire
straits today. And may prayer lead to action, in Jesus’ name.
Happy Thanksgiving, one and all.
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