Where does thankfulness come from?
Does it involuntarily jump up like a playful kitten
Ready to pounce?
Or does it tiptoe in to one’s room
Where hurt or pain has trounced?
When I don’t feel thankful . . .
Can I choose to open my heart’s door?
And there concede I really do have
So much to be thankful for.
Our lives are so filled with busyness
And we’re ever in such a hurry
You’d think to show a bit of gratitude
Would be too much to curry.
Yet our Loving, Heavenly Father
Who never takes His eyes off of us
Ever so often remind us to always
”Give thanks and trust.”
“Trust? With life as crazy as it gets
Would be insane,” you say.
But when you finally bow your head
Humbled as you pray . . .
You are only giving what is due
The One who gives your every breath,
Then carries you to Heaven,
Past the sting of death.
When we gather in our homes
to offer God a blessing,
May we allow Him precedence over the
Turkey and the dressing.
HAPPY THANKSGIVING!
by Darla J Short-Lewis