As I come around the corner of the barn and look towards the western sky. . .
I see God's glorious sunset. ..
which is always there. .
even when I can't see it.
I'm sure if you live in Canada . . .
your thoughts have been looking ahead towards our Thanksgiving weekend.
In my own life ...
it seems that every holiday brings a heightened sense of thinking of years past.
I think about going home to mom and dad's.
I try to remember the last Thanksgiving we had all together...
and I can't. . .
so . ..
I open mom's diary to see what we had done.
She recorded these thoughts . . .
Sunday October 9, 1994
We felt like attending the Church in Keremos - but we had no proper clothes along and we were also in a big hurry to get home. Mary had invited us for Thanksgiving dinner. We drove home all the way from Keremos to Hope with only one stop to take a video of the little church on the hill. We had in a tape of Pastor Jim Reese singing Holy Holy Holy. We had a beautiful worship time. We had a muffin and coffee in Hope and then our van would not start. Aron worked around with jumper cables and cords and all of a sudden it started but twenty minutes were gone. But, we got home in time to have a good bath and sort the mail.
Mary had a delicious dinner - Turkey and all the trimmings. Lovella brought pumpkin pies and Pauline brought Sweet Potatoes. Lori brought a carrot salad and Betty (here she leaves a blank .. can't remember from the day before I guess). She continues in her journal entry . ..saying . .
We had a very nice time ...
I smiled as I read this ...
she had the page marked with a dried leaf from their time away.
I read it aloud to my beloved and he smiled too.
We have our memories ...
memories that remind us of how much we have to be thankful for.
The next few days . . .
I'm pausing to reflect on the things that really matter . ..
the things that God calls us to be thankful for.