I am watching sunrise on an absolutely beautiful Thanksgiving Day.
When I was a little girl, my entire family would gather at my great-grandmother’s house each year.
I would see cousins, aunts and uncles I had not seen in a year.
My great-grandmother would cook for weeks to prepare for everyone to gather at her home.
Her house was cozy and warm. The aroma of food being kept warm would greet you at the door.
She was always off some place still cooking or giving someone hugs. I can still hear her laughing.
Those are sweet memories for me.
This year, we found out (almost last minute), Paul was going to have to be out of town to work. I’m grateful for folks who were willing to change their plans and allow us to move our gathering to Tuesday so Paul could join us. (It’s a good time to remember that Thanksgiving shouldn’t be just one day on a calendar. We should always give thanks.)
On Tuesday, our family sat to give thanks. Joshua and Kylie were here. Paul’s dad, and Kylie’s family came, too.
We laughed. We probably all ate too much. Kylie’s dad fried a turkey. It was delicious!
We laughed and laughed, and it was a wonderful moment to look down the long tables in our back room and see people, *our people*.
On Wednesday morning, Paul leaves for his trip.
Thursday, we land at a the home of some good friends. It all seems like a perfect way to celebrate a time of thanksgiving.
“Give thanks to the Lord, for he is good;
his love endures forever.”