It’s Thanksgiving, and where I lack in gratitude the other 364 days of the year, I certainly try to make up for on this day. All morning, I have been thinking about the things I am grateful for.
- I am grateful for Tilly, curled up on the bed with me. She and I have come a long way this year.
- I am grateful for my family. We’ve survived a lot of ups and downs this year.
- I am grateful for friends who have walked a difficult year with me.
- And speaking of difficult years, I am grateful to have come out on the other side of cancer treatment as a survivor. For the third time.
These are the biggies. There are a million other little things I am grateful for every day; today it is flannel sheets and crisp air and the little hunger pang in my stomach and the prospect of a lot of food in my near future.
So this Thanksgiving, I am thinking on the great provisions our family has received. Provisions that have little to do with home or food or clothing or the presence of others, though we daily give thanks for all those things. Each and every one of us are beneficients of the beauty around us- and we do well to name those things. Yet, when the beauty fades, He remains and therein is a provision that will never run dry. “Whoever drinks of the water that I give him will never be thirsty again,” He told the perplexed little woman at the well. And I find myself often looking at him with that same confused stare, “Really? Is it really going to be enough? You are really going to be enough?… even without all these things I’m pretty sure I need in order not to thirst?”
