November….

Marks the beginning of the favorite season of my life. For as long as I can remember, I’ve always loved Thanksgiving. There’s something powerfully exciting to me about family gatherings. Not solely because we share a great meal together, but also the great laughs and the spirit of thanksgiving and togetherness! Thanksgiving of 2009 is of that I will never forget. For the 1st time, my husband and I spent early hours of the day feeding the homeless. Without question, it WAS the BEST thanksgiving ever! The strings of my heart were pulled in so many directions. I was reminded of the things that we take for granted everyday. I was also moved with a repentant heart as I realized that I don’t thank God enough for the blessings that He’s given to us. The wonderful people that we helped were moved to tears because we provided a MEAL& that they wouldn’t spend the holiday alone. How often are we moved to tears by a simple meal? We think that eating breakfast, lunch, and dinner is an expected part of the day. Many of them are lucky to get ONE meal a day (and they don’t have a choice of what it is).
We concluded the day visiting my mother in law’s house and my mothers house for dinner. The tables were overflowing with food and we all ate until we were satisfied. There was a moment of unscripted silence at the dinner table. I think we all had become one with our food and conversation was secondary. The silence for me however, was much different. I simply glanced around the table and crowed room and my heart flooded with thanksgiving to God.