We drive three hours south on a twisty road through hills letting go of the last autumn leaves. The sky stretches out like a blanket of blue and the first bit of cold snaps its fingers at us.
We walk into a house of warmth—kitchen crowded with my husband’s family (now mine too), table covered with food. We say thanks to God for goodness we don’t deserve.
I think of you as we pass bowls of creamy potatoes, golden corn, carved turkey then pieces of pie before we lean back in our chairs to linger over conversation.
And I thank God for you.
Because having you here on these pages, reading these words, is one of His beautiful gifts to me.
You know that, don’t you?
I think of you often, pray for you, listen to what you share in the comments.
I hope we get to have coffee one day soon.
Until then, I’ll keep sending words in my place.
And you?
You just keep doing what you’re doing,
being who you are,
changing the world in your own wonderful way…
making more reasons for all of us
(especially me)
to be grateful again next year
(especially for you).
How did you celebrate Thanksgiving? If you’re not in America, what do you and your family do to celebrate when you’re together for holidays?
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