They came together.
Two very different people groups.
To celebrate the basic necessity of food.
Giving thanks. . . to God; for the struggle, the abundance.
There were no nationality lines drawn; they were transcended.
The first Thanksgiving.
May this day be about deep gratitude to God for his gracious provision.
May we think on those today that walk in darkness.
That live in fear.
That have suffered much at the hands of a brutal government.
May our thoughts remain focused on the One who will one day make all things right.
Until that day, may we pray, go, serve, and be obedient.
There is neither Jew nor Gentile, neither slave nor free,
nor is there male and female, for you are all one in Christ Jesus.
I am thankful for:
family and friends gathered together to visit
learning to endure during the hard times
grace that meets me at every turn
grief that leads me to the cross time and time again
friends who remember Elijah and send messages; just at the right time
cool, crisp mornings
turkey, stuffing, pies and more
A Savior that gave all so that I may live
a broken heart that helps me to see this world differently
eternity; where my heart longs to be
this drafty, creaky, messy, old farmhouse
A table worn through the generations
friends who will gather around this farmhouse table
No matter where you find yourself today may there be joy in your heart.
May you find that nugget of hope, grace and strength that you never knew existed.
The first Thanksgiving looked very different from the celebrations we now observe.
But the intent is the same.
Giving thanks for what the Almighty has provided.
May you all take time to express that gratitude today.
“Piglet noticed that even though he had a Very Small Heart,
it could hold a rather large amount of Gratitude.” ~A.A. Milne, Winnie-the-Pooh