I just can’t.
Thanksgiving comes around every year, same time same story: be ye thankful. I am of the firm belief that every day should be lived with a sense of gratitude, but we are so blessed that even our calendars remind us to be thankful at least once a year. I had decided this year to be more inwardly reflective in my offerings of gratefulness, to be thoughtful, quiet and still. But I just can’t.
I am thankful for my life.
I am thankful for the day my mom tucked me into bed after a Wednesday evening church service and spent some extra time answering an 8 year old’s questions about God and His Son, Jesus Christ. That night I gave my heart to Him.
I am thankful for my brothers and sisters. Down to earth, honest, caring people who value memories, traditions, and each other. Last weekend we all got together for Thanksgiving, families in tow, and spent some time reliving childhood stories and reminiscing the good ole’ days…like the time one brother stabbed the other brother in the foot. Twice. And the time we loaded up the car and moved to a new neighborhood. Except that we means they. Mom turned around to count noses and there were only 4. They left me in the front yard! I was four and I’m still a little bit bitter about that.
Mom and Dad, we sure miss you.
I am thankful for family gatherings and good food. Although I am not thankful for having to count calories and carbs. So I don’t.
I am thankful for friends. The non-judgey kind. Durable. Consistent. Life-long. Those are the best!
I am thankful for a roof over my head, running water, food in the pantry, air conditioning and heating. So many people have none of that.
I am thankful for 3 beautiful girls who call me Mom. And 1 tiny one who calls me Grammy. They all inspire me to be a better me. And they get on my nerves, but only part of the time.
I am thankful that I get to do life with Corky Schalchlin. He is messy and most often inappropriate and I am completely crazy about him. Completely! He is also the most generous and caring man I’ve ever met. I am the luckiest girl in the world to get to call him mine.
I am thankful for hearing and eyesight, for mobility and capability. I am thankful for notes that dance on clefs and fingers that give them a voice.
I am thankful for my job and the many different people I get to meet and know. From all walks of life, different ages and stages, each with different stories and crazy life stuff that somehow bind us together with God glue.
I am thankful for eternal life through Jesus Christ.
I am thankful for you.
My list grows longer every year. Monday will be here soon enough, complete with life and work and hectic schedules in a hurried season, but for now, I just want to slow down. For a few days. Turn off the world and practice real gratitude.
This Thanksgiving, may peace flood your soul, and may the bounty on your table be but a twinkle compared to the bounty in your heart.