I praised the Lord as the sun came up (not impressively early
in a November Scotland…), and now the western sky is aglow with the final rays
of the day, and again I am praising him.
Tomorrow, America will be closed for business as everyone
heads to friends and family to celebrate Thanksgiving, usually with turkey and
the trimmings, pumpkin and pecan pies. And football games.
Since my kids were young, we always ‘put up’ a Thanksgiving
tree. It’s just a bare branch with some twigs on it, stuck into a block of
wood. Everyone gets a leaf cut out of construction paper, and everyone has
opportunity to write out their specific thanks, in the form of a prayer, a
poem, a few words, bullet points, a drawing.
I’ve just cut out another pile of leaves, as we’ll be headed
to Newtyle on Saturday to meet up with the rest of the family in Scotland to
celebrate Thanksgiving. It will be so special to have leaves from the six
grandchildren who will be there, as well as the rest of us. Those far away will
be sorely missed.
God has opened heaven’s doors and shovelled the blessings
out on us over this last year. There have been a few challenges, for sure, but
the thing about God is that he never leaves us to manage the challenges on our
own. As he promises, he never leaves nor forsakes us. I continue to see his
hand in so many ways, and stand on tiptoe anticipating signs of his loving care
every day.
May God bless us all with gratitude and thankful hearts,
even in the midst of turmoil or trouble. Our hearts should always swell with humble
gratitude for Jesus: if we have nothing else to write on a leaf, we can always
draw the cross of calvary.
Happy Thanksgiving.
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