So, this was my day…

Thanksgiving Day has changed many times for me. The first ones I remember were always at “Mama’s” house and the ride to get there was so exciting for me. I remember Mama in the kitchen with her hair still in pin curls starting on the green beans, hand shelled lima beans, yams, potatoes for the bowl of mashed potatoes, pans of cornbread stuffing and the list goes on and on. My mother’s whole family would be there around the table and the laughter and stories of funny things that had happened through the years would invariably turn into a time of singing hymns and the prayer, very long prayer led by my “little” daddy.

When the family got older and my grandparents were not there, I became the cook and prepared all the things I remembered from my childhood and more and my siblings brought their families and gathered around with my daddy at the head of the table, my mother at his right hand.

My Thanksgiving is now just my own immediate family and I have it on Thanksgiving Eve so that there is no scheduling conflict or anyone having to have two big dinners in one day…

That being said, my day has been wonderful. My family gathered in again today and ate leftovers for an early lunch and then went their separate ways to in-laws… so I sat down with a cup of coffee and just enjoyed looking out the windows which surround my room, happy the sun was shining…another cup of coffee.

I am grateful for so many wonderful blessings but if I were to begin to make a list of all of the things for which I have to be thankful, it would have to begin with the faithful beautiful pearlescent moon that was peeking through my window a few minutes ago. Whenever I look at that amazing, faithful moon which shines every night without asking us to pay for its light, I always think of Psalm 8, verses 3 and 4 say,

I look up at your macro-skies, dark and enormous,

    Your handmade sky-jewelry,

Moon and stars mounted in their settings.

    Then I look at my micro-self and wonder,

Why do you bother with us?

    Why take a second look our way?

Thank you, God, for this day, I am grateful that you took a second look at me, Harolene