Tomorrow is Thanksgiving in the US and therefore we are all beginning to think of the things for which we are most grateful. We’re also beginning to stress about food preparation, where all these guests are going to sit, and whether it’s worth it to go out shopping on Friday amongst the hordes to save a few bucks. But mostly, let’s hope, we are counting our blessings. I thought I’d share a few with you.
I am thankful…
…for a husband who is caring, talented, funny, and supportive
…for a son who is enthusiastic and hilarious and so, so sweet
…for a warm home with a fireplace and a well-stocked pantry
…that we found a new home for our cat and that our son’s allergies have greatly improved
…that last night I reached 50,000 words on my WIP and became a winner of National Novel Writing Month
…that my extended family is intact and that we all enjoy spending time together
…that I have a few days of relaxation coming up during which I can chat with people I don’t get to see often enough and quilt a baby quilt for a friend
…for a good job at a great company where I feel our collective work makes a difference in people’s lives
…for a beautiful, if broken, earth to care for and enjoy
That’s just a short list. I could go on, but you’d probably stop reading because it would get too long.
Most importantly, I’m not thankful for these things in some vague “I’m happy about these things” way. You can’t just be thankful for something. You also have to be thankful to someone for providing those things. So this Thanksgiving, and every day, I am thankful to God for these material blessings. And I’m most thankful to Him for creating everything that is, for creating it “good,” for not abandoning that creation when it turned against Him, and for sending His Son to redeem it. Because Thanksgiving, to me, is the first step into the Advent season, when we wait with joyful anticipation for God’s long-promised and yet still somehow unexpected gift: Jesus.
If you live in America, I hope that no matter what your faith you have time to celebrate Thanksgiving with friends and family. I hope you’ll take time to count your blessings. I hope you’ll meditate on the story of the first Thanksgiving. And I hope especially for those of you who don’t know what you believe about God, that you’ll feel the pull, either a gentle tug or a disorienting jerk, of the One who knew you before you were born and who has lovingly sustained you, even to this very moment.
Happy Thanksgiving, everyone!