Autumn's falling leaves waft gold and red in the air. They touch my doorstep with a gentle tap - Thanksgiving has come calling.
Not even a full week back from our Scottish journey, my time is consumed with shopping, cleaning, and cooking.
There isn't much room in my ToDo list for 'Thanks-giving', yet a warm noontime breeze pauses my busyness and this offering of gratitude, written by Joyce Rupp, comes to mind:
"We are grateful for
eyes that see and ponder,
for taste buds that know the sensuous pleasures of eating and drinking,
for hands that hold and touch and feel,
for ears that can delight in music and the voice of a friend,
for a nose that can smell the aroma of newly mown grass or delicious food,
and can also breathe the air that gives us life."
"We are grateful for
the treasure of loved ones
whose hearts of openness and acceptance have encouraged us to be who we are.
We are grateful for their faithfulness, for standing by us when our weaknesses stood out glaringly,
for being there when we were most in need
and for delighting with us in our good days and our joyful seasons."
"We are grateful for
the eyes of faith, for believing in the presence of God,
giving us hope in our darkest days, encouraging us to listen to our spirit’s hunger,
and reminding us to trust in the blessings of God’s presence in our most empty days."
"We are grateful for
the ongoing process of becoming who we are,
for the seasons within, for the great adventure of life
that challenges and comforts us at one and the same time."
"We are grateful for
the messengers of God - people, events, written or spoke words -
that came to us at just the right time and helped us to grow."
Joyce Rupp; May I have this Dance? ©1992 Ave Maria Press; p. 151
Happy Thanksgiving!
©2019 April Hoeller
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