If the only prayer you said in your whole life was, “thank you,” that would suffice.
Autumn is my favorite season, not only for colorful leaves and cooler weather but also because she brings with her Thanksgiving, my favorite holiday. While most children loved the candy of Halloween and the presents of Christmas, I loved Thanksgiving for the gifts she filled our home with–family, food, and love.
You see, when I was a child, my uncle, aunt and cousins would come here from Virginia and stay at my grandparents’ house. We would head out early on Thanksgiving morning to Granny and Pop’s place just a few minutes away and spend the day. Adults would visit inside while we kids ran outside to play football or slide down the big hill on cardboard sleds.
At our meal, Pop would gently whisper grace. As he aged, it became harder to understand what he was saying–it was as if God and he had a special secret to share. We would eat a delicious traditional meal then gather around the fire in the den. The children would lie on the floor chatting as the adults watched football.
Thanksgiving wasn’t overshadowed by cell phone calls or email, Black Friday or Christmas decorations. It was the holiday that focused on gifts from the heart and gifts from our Creator, and those memories are the kinds of gifts for which I am thankful.
May we be grateful each day for all that has touched our lives, keeping Thanksgiving all the year by sharing our blessings with neighbor and stranger.