Turkey, dressing, mashed potatoes, string bean casserole, cranberry sauce, family, friends and football. Put these together and what do you have… a 4th of July picnic, correct?
No, of course not, it’s a super bowl party… I think I’m wrong again.
I’ll refrain from this silliness. We all know I am speaking of Thanksgiving–that time of year when families come together to eat themselves into a class A-1 stupor.
Needless to say, this post has nothing to do with writing other than I’m writing this post.
More importantly, Thanksgiving is a time of reflection for the things in our lives that make us truly thankful for what we have.
In 2006, I was diagnosed with Multiple Sclerosis and since that time I have realized so many blessings they’re impossible to count.
To begin, our church built a ramp and a roll-in shower at no cost to us. I’m on a special diet and one of the ladies from the church cooks all my meals and another friend cuts our grass.
Friends visit, call and build things that I come up with to make life easier or to assist with exercising.
My mother and sister are down each week to help any way they can. My son works but takes a day to spend with me so my wife can go into work; other days we are blessed that she is able to work at home. I have an aunt that comes down to type for me and an uncle that sleeps while she does so …. and makes hot tea. My step-daughter used to type until another little blessing began to take up too much of her time. That little blessing would be my grandson (and I say this with no bias) he is the cutest and most adorable child in the entire known world. My stepson works constantly but will always take time to help us out if we need him. Even my in-laws who live five hours away have made it a point to help.
I myself have found that a person who was full of pride and thought he carried no baggage happened to turn around and notice the three mile long train full of baggage he had been pulling all these many years. I always thought of myself as a totally self-sufficient human being. What a rude awakening when I could no longer make it on my own. It was then that the pride began to fall away.
Now my wife: What can I say about a woman who has stuck beside me when many would have run. She treats me with unbelievable kindness and patience. She works normally seven days a week. Takes care of me twenty-four seven. Sacrifices sleep and any time for relaxation and yet greets me with a smile and a kiss throughout the day. I certainly don’t know what I did to deserve such an angel but I thank God every day for this blessing.
What better way to summarize than to tell you where all these blessings have come from. I am so thankful I have a God who loves me enough that He would take the time to correct me as a good father corrects his children and I am floored to think He would send His Son to die in such a horrible way so that I might spend eternity with Him.
This makes me think of my son and I know deep within my heart that I could not sacrifice him for anything.
So enjoy that turkey leg and especially your family but don’t forget where they all came from.