On the eve of Thanksgiving I am watching and listening to the sounds of family. Hutch and Jack are playing some hybrid game of hide and seek, and tag. JB is reading the Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star book but only wants to find the page that has a church. The adults are perusing magazines, preparing food for tomorrow's lunch and chatting about semi-important things. An inviting fire is keeping the chill at bay. Our home feels warm and safe. My heart is full as I bask in the wonderful gift that God has given to me, the gift of family.
The scene is sweet, but incomplete. Some are not yet here. Others will not be able to come at all. But the knowledge that they are thinking of us even while we think of them makes it easier. I pray for God to keep them safe, content and blessed while they celebrate Thanksgiving without us.
Thank you, God.
