The smells of the best meal of the year are swirling around me. My mouth waters and my stomach growls, but my soul is sweetly satisfied with all that I already have.
Black Friday has nothing to offer my heart, so full with things like this:
The blessing of freedom.
The joy of a loving marriage.
The security of a home, with solid walls and a sheltering roof.
Children who call me Mama with their mouths and love me with their whole hearts.
A family to eat with and laugh with and enjoy to my heart’s content.
I follow the trail of my generous portion and it leads me straight to the One from whom all good things come.
The Father of love. The Giver of life. He who has made a way for a girl to live beyond her own soulish ways and do more than survive and accumulate things that perish.
In Him we thrive and blossom into so much more than we are on my own.
Happy Thanksgiving, America. May we look at our lives, so full of so many good things, and find our hearts drawn to His generous ways of love.
Every good and perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of the heavenly lights, who does not change…. -James 1:17
