Praise the Lord, O my soul; all my inmost being, praise His Holy name. Praise the Lord, O my soul, and forget not all His benefits-who forgives all your sins and heals all your diseases, who redeems your life from the pit and crowns you with love and compassion, who satisfies your desires with good things so that your youth is renewed like the eagle’s. Psalm 103:1-5
Well here I am Lord, sitting before you, finally still. Not in a hurry for the first time in a long time. Not so stressed. Reflective. My thoughts turn to the week ahead. Thanksgiving week.
A time to give thanks and be with family without all the commercialism that has ruined Christmas. I love Thanksgiving.
It’s going to be a full week of togetherness. Ten of us under one roof. There’s mountains of preparation ahead. Beds to make and food to buy. Do I make a homemade pie or buy one? No one coming is competing for best cook. I’m thankful for that since cooking isn’t really my thing.
We’ll play games, take walks, and go duck hunting. We’ve signed up for this team building thing called Escape the Room. All ten of us locked in a room finding clues to escape. Haha. That smacks of metaphor…
And then there’s the really hard thing. The baby shower which already is dredging up familiar feelings of pain, loss, and longing. But it’s important to show up and be supportive. To show up and love.
Frankly that’s what Thanksgiving is all about…life in fact is all about…showing up to love…no matter the circumstances, the people, the broken relationships, the past pain.
Jesus, this is what you’ve called us to, and as your children we know we can count on You to equip us, enable us and protect us.
But it’s a choice.
Just like with everything you offer Lord, we get to choose and when we say yes, You lift us up on eagles wings and help us soar.
And we are safe and loved and others are blessed.
Come, Thanksgiving week. Come all busyness and food and family and bring with it the joy as well as the sorrow. And let’s walk with one another through the pie and gravy and games. Through the longing and messiness of loving.
Father, I confess I’m afraid I’m going to fail so I am counting on you. Counting on you to mend the brokenhearted and heal each relationship. You’re the author and giver of love so fill me up so I can pour out.
Thank you. Thank you that you are a living God who calls me His own and gives me this choice and then equips me. Help me not to get in the way.
And thank you. Thank you that I actually have a family in the first place that I get to love. What a gift.