I sit musing about the upcoming holiday. Thanksgiving has always been my favorite because of its simplicity, freedom from the material stuff of Christmas, and focus on joyful gatherings of family and friends.
Savory roast turkey, tart cranberries served up in a variety of sauces, and delicious home-baked pies line kitchen counters in my mind. I hear the laughter and feel the warm hugs of guests as they arrive.
Pumpkins, squash, and dried gourds in lovely autumn colors from bright red to deep gold set the stage for giving thanks. We are grateful for abundant harvest on the farms in our communities, loved ones far and near, homes that provide us shelter, good health. Indian corn and Pilgrim motifs remind us of the first Thanksgiving and the courage and resilience of our forefathers.
Musing further…. I reach an intersection of my daily scripture reading and thoughts about Thanksgiving.
Thou dost show me the path of life; in Thy presence there is fullness of joy, in Thy right hand are pleasures forevermore.” Psalm 16:11
This amazing promise draws my thoughts to an even greater gift for which we can be thankful. Pies are quickly consumed and the turkey, even after its final appearance in a creamed sauce or soup, is soon a memory. Loved ones grow older and pass on to their heavenly home. Frost covers the fields and winter sets in with its shades of dry brown and sparkly white. We discover that homes are a temporary haven as we move from place to place. Time marches on and we discover that physical bodies change.
In Psalm 16 David describes a gift that we can’t taste, see, or touch —
- the assurance that God provides guidance along the path of life
- the promise of joy when we seek to be in relationship with God, and
- the certainty that God offers pleasures to us, available forever.
For these most special gifts, we can be truly grateful. May it be so.
Cindy Knisley After years as a “stay-at-home” mom, Cynthia enjoyed a fulfilling second career as a high school language teacher and curriculum developer. Recently, she took a leap of faith and left the classroom in order to devote more time to family—aging parents, adult children, and lively young grandchildren. Her home is in West Chester, PA, where she plays classical music, bakes bread, and tends a “secret garden.” A novice blogger, she welcomes you to her posts at firstname.lastname@example.org.