It is Thanksgiving weekend in Canada and we will be celebrating with our family later today. Turkey, mashed potatoes, salads, desserts – yes, we will be “feasting”, as our nine-year-old grandson Caleb likes to say.
While we zero in on giving thanks for this one weekend every year, it’s something I have been striving to do on a regular basis.
Thankfulness is an attitude.
A way of life.
Even when I don’t feel grateful because of some sort of crisis (often of my own making), I have much to say thank you for. There are the usual things like family, friends, health, and home, none of which I take for granted. But then there are these:
The laughter of my grandchildren.
Technology that allows me to Skype with my mom and my kids.
The beautiful women in our Wednesday morning bible study group.
The cashier at our local grocery store who always smiles and chats and brightens my day.
Tim Hortons extra large decaf double-double (Canadians will know what I’m talking about).
My husband who knows me so well and loves me anyway.
A brain that thinks and reasons and imagines and creates.
And I am always and forever thankful for my Father who loves me, for His Son who saved me, and for His Spirit who guides me.
Therefore by Him let us continually offer the sacrifice of praise to God, that is, the fruit of our lips, giving thanks to His name. – Hebrews 13:15 (NKJV)