I pray we will…
…not just cook meals, but savor them from kitchen to table to the last dish placed in the drainer. Life is short.
…not just visit with relatives, but really see them. See their kindness, uniqueness, and good intentions. For the tricky ones, that we’d see the hurt and shame that bind them so tight they let loose the stinging words.
…listen and interact with others in ways that care for us and them — the two don’t have to be mutually exclusive.
…celebrate what’s good, hold lightly what isn’t, and be the person we’ve become this year. We’ve grown since last Thanksgiving. And that’s worth whooping it up! Even if our growth feels a little like nobody notices, or like we’re wearing our new shoes on the wrong feet.
…think of those who need light, hope, and tangible help around the world. That we’d hold them in our hearts as the brothers and sisters they are, even though they’re not at the table this week.
…live every interaction—from supermarkets to traffic to trying to get the kids to stop fighting as we walk from the car to mom’s front door—the two greatest commandments ever spoken:
“Love the Lord our God with all our heart and with all our soul and with all our mind. …And love our neighbors as ourselves.” –Matthew 27:37, 39
It’s going to be the best Thanksgiving ever. I promise. You know why? Because we’re older, wiser, and know just that little bit more about God’s heart and what it is to love others (and ourselves) well.
(P.S. If you or someone you know has a little extra on their plate with a child who has special needs, I’m still offering that gift mentioned last week. Check it out at the end of this post for details.)