Sometimes, I almost forget about Thanksgiving. It’s wedged between the multi-masked, ever flamboyant Halloween and the Christmas crazies. Actually, I did celebrate it for about 3 days. I took down my Halloween garden flag and put up a “Be Thankful” turkey flag. I had good intentions until the Christmas bug bit me, and today, I hesitate to admit, I put a snowman flag in the yard, and I am close to finishing my Christmas decorating, except for the tree and lights outside.
Now, before you count me out as a total nut, not to mention an ungrateful one, allow me to explain. For the first time, maybe ever, we are being treated to a lovely Thanksgiving celebration with our grown children and grandchildren. In only a week, the hubby and I will fly to Pennsylvania for a wonderful meal and some precious time together. This is my excuse for decorating early this year. I don’t have to prepare Thanksgiving food, so I’ll just skip over Thanksgiving and move right into the Christmas season. That way, I can get a jump on the “real holiday”.
But wait, something is wrong here. Thanksgiving should be the most important holiday. It is the only time of the year when we spend time reflecting on God’s great gifts to us. These aren’t presents you can put under a tree…these are real gifts, like peace, joy, love, contentment, health, happiness, and so on. This is the one time of the year when we look at our lives and realize how good we have it. Oh, we all have our bad days…perhaps months and years. But, if you are able to read this, and I am able to write this, I would say that we are blessed.
And so today, I thank you Father in Heaven for family and friends, for good food and a beautiful, comfortable home. I thank you for a body that still moves, though slower than I would like, and a mind that works reasonably well most of the time. I’m thankful that my mother is still with me, and I would remember all of my family members who have passed. I won’t forget their empty seats at the table. I am grateful beyond measure for sons who would make any parents proud, and for their wives and families. How blessed we are! And, God, you really outdid yourself in the husband department. Truly, I would not be here without his constant love and support.
And so, as I sit here in my “Christmas House” I am thankful today and every day, Dearest Lord, for one more day to laugh, love, live and breathe. You have never failed me. Your love is everlasting and Your fondest desire is for good things for your children.
I may not have that turkey flag out anymore, but I won’t forget about Thanksgiving. Thanksgiving shall always be in my heart.