As a kid, Thanksgiving Day always seemed like it was a Sunday. Dinner at Grandma's table, surrounded by cousins and homemade rolls, gratitude and thanks paramount in mind...it just seemed like a worship-ful kind of day. That is, until we finished eating and headed to the bowling alley!
Today brought beautiful fall weather. Chad rounded up kids and company and got everyone out of the house while I stayed behind to tend the turkey and the sleeping tots. In the quiet kitchen I chopped, stirred, whipped, peeled and sliced. And I contemplated my blessings. Oh, so many, many blessings! I made a list in my head, had a prayer in my heart. It was a worshipful moment, a time of gratitude and peace.
A very thankful Thanksgiving.
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I'm very glad you had a contemplative Thanksgiving! That is a real gift!
We missed you, but I hope you had a good time. Thanksgiving always reminds me of Sunday dinners at Grandma C's, too. I think it's because almost every Sunday was a feast with mashed potatoes, green beans and homemade rolls!
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