Give thanks . . .
Flashbacks… memories are flooding through my mind. Thanksgivings past. Family gathering. Aromas filling the air. Sounds of children playing and generations talking. Handprint turkeys made by little children displayed on the fridge. Football games that dominated time for dinner. Sharing around the table our thankfulness. Granddaddy’s blessings of the food —-passing the honor to July son [oh how I miss hearing him pray to his Abba Father].
Looking around this year, a part of me has been dreading this day set aside for “thanksgiving” —- how do you bow your head and give thanks when a part of the Mom heart is crushed? When Daughter calls with tears in her voice not understanding a hard goodbye to Brother? When April Son faces the challenge of being a single dad? When a student has unexpectedly loss their mom to cancer? When a friend has been admitted to the hospital with a stroke? When another friend’s husband has walked out, leaving her with two young daughters? This list could go on … and does.
Counting gifts . . . that’s what makes me lift my head and my hands to give thanks. The heart may be crushed, but I know my God hears my prayers every single day for my Prodigal. HE hears my prayers for eyes to be opened, for ears to hear the calling of the Spirit, for the chains of the lies and deceit to be broken. For Divine Restoration.
I have so much to be thankful for, even when it seems hard.
So I can wring my hands or I can extend my hands. I can confess my anger, my hurt —- I give thanks. This is what my heart has been learning —- give thanks, in all things. Not just today, but everyday–all day.
It is good to give thanks to the Lord, and to sing praises to Your Name