It's Thanksgiving Day, Lord, and gratitude to you echoes through the chambers of my heart. So much; You have blessed us with so much.
It's late afternoon and our feast is over. Everyone's resting or napping except my beautiful T. She is working, caring for tiny newborn human beings. They are so fragile. She is so enamored with them, Lord. And our son, D. He's far away from us, but he's on the job today, too. T. cares for the needs of the most vulnerable humans. D. protects the citizens of his city from evil. I'm proud of both of them. Thank You, Lord, for the lives they live.
Our house smells of cinnamon, nutmeg, and cloves simmering with oranges & apples. Delightful smells of autumn. The delectable aroma of turkey basting in butter, onion, celery, garlic, and sage lingers. Our plates have been filled, emptied, rinsed, & tucked away in the dishwasher. Leftovers are packed into the refrigerator.
The parades on TV are over. Old Christmas movies jingle in the background. And our house is calm and quiet. I love the quiet.
Thank You, Lord, for yet another holiday together. For yet another year of touching, and hugging, talking, and laughing with the people I cherish. Bless those too far away for us to share in such pleasure. Keep them safe from harm until we are together again touching, and hugging, talking, and laughing. They make my life immeasurably rich.
Family and friends are two of My greatest gifts to you, Little One. Cherish them. Nourish them. Hold them forever in your heart and frequently in your arms.