I’m not cooking for Thanksgiving tomorrow. Now, for most of you, this isn’t a surprise since you know my kitchen came with the house.
So, this Thanksgiving, I’m counting my blessings and having our meal catered. Not because I’m special, but because the day will be special. November has made me feel like a raw turkey stuck in the oven of life, as unwanted things have stuffed my walk with struggles and sorrow. But memories galore, too!
So today, I’ll pick up the entire meal, ready to display my ability to set a table at lunch tomorrow.
I’ll surprise my mother with the feast as she can cook and bake like a pro, but she, probably wishes I had a few more kitchen skills. But I did get her love of words.
I’ll hand the rolls to my twin sister, the better part of me. She’s able to finish my thoughts and share my heart.
I’ll dish out sweet potatoes to my husband of 35 years, who knows I’m a royal pain, a mouthy mess, and who supports me on my good days and bad.
I’ll hand the knife to my son, who will carve a slice or two of turkey, who is a loving father to his son like my dad was to me.
I’ll smile and hand some chocolate pie to my daughter-in-law who completes our family, a great mother to her son, a dedicated and committed leader in her workplace.
I’ll give my brother-in-law some dressing, whose mellow ways and kindness coats our family like cool whip on a pumpkin pie.
I’ll sneak a bit of chocolate pie to my three-year-old grandson whose joy causes my heart to skip a thousand beats. He’s like the dessert to our lives. Precious. Beautiful.
I’ll miss my other son who is in Montana, but his voice carries me with hope, as I speak with him often on the phone. Who riddles life with his humor and heart.
So, if you’re hungry, remember it’s not the food on the table that satisfies, it’s the joy of the Lord that fills us with praise and contentment. It’s the blessing of family that surrounds you, too.
But do remember, Christ ultimately completes us, and He is our nourishment, our hope at Thanksgiving. May we include Him at the table, and praise His name as we count our many blessings and name them one by one, even if the meal is catered … which by the way, my family will actually thank me for “not” cooking!
Make a joyful noise to the Lord, all the earth! Serve the Lord with gladness! Come into his presence with singing! Know that the Lord, he is God! It is he who made us, and we are his; we are his people, and the sheep of his pasture. Enter his gates with thanksgiving, and his courts with praise! Give thanks to him; bless his name! For the Lord is good; his steadfast love endures forever, and his faithfulness to all generations. ~~ Psalm 100 ESV