Its Thanksgiving - Who Cares?
I woke up late this morning, or at least after letting the dog out I went back to bed, and the house was quiet. My boys have all grown, married and moved away. The grandchildren are too far away so I didn't wake to giggles and pattering feet. There wont be any stimulating conversations about politics or teasing Alison about scientific quandries. I won't poke fun of Rachel and David's incessant nit picking or Steve and Jenn's love of their cat. Our table that seats six will be four short and the extra table will be empty. It's Thanksgiving.
Yet, my heart is full. This holiday Rebecca and I are thankful for the many blessings of our family. We have children who love the Lord and seek to serve him daily. They respect their parents and honor us in so many ways. We know that though we are hundreds, and thousands, of miles away we are in their thoughts and prayers. We enjoy our time with them and know they enjoy being with us. It's nice to be together at thanksgiving, but when that can't happen we relish the days we are with them.
So, we will call them on the phone, tell stories over Skype, connect through social media, and savor every moment we can. We are thankful, because of all the problems that face the world our family is intact, love, and support one another. The bond we have will stand the test of time and distance until we can see them face to face, and hold our grandchildren in our arms.
Today I will skype with my Bharani daughter, eat a scrumptious meal that Rebecca has prepared, take a nap, and maybe watch some football. I will take Tobi for a walk, loosen my belt, and work on my next book. But most of all I will stop and give thanks to a loving Father who has blessed me beyond measure. It's Thanksgiving after all, and I care. I'm just saying...