Ok, I am supposed to be grateful, right?
Count those blessings.
Make that list of 1000+ reasons to give thanks. (Thanks Ann Voskamp and your wonderful book, 1000 Gifts)
Work on the spiritual disciple of gratitude.
Embrace Thanksgiving as THEday to share what we are thankful for with the family – the perfect family smiling around the dinner table with halos abounding and hearts full of love.
My Thanksgiving expectations: Norman Rockwell.
My reality: Kitchen Nightmare or Lethal Cooking.
To be honest, last Thursday was not THAT bad, but by midmorning, by myself, preparing all the food, I sipped on a mug of self-pity. I wanted to make a huge Thanksgiving meal. My family insists that every year I cook for an army. So I set myself up for this annual why-me-scenario. I do it to myself!
The green bean casserole broke me.
You know the concoction – heavy laden with calories and memories. Green beans, those yummy eat from the can onion rings and cream of mushroom soup. I have tried lighter versions, but for this one day, I am enjoying the real recipe.
So I am by myself, feeling sorry with all the fixing to do, and trying my best to find thanks.
Yep, the weather is good.
Yep, I have healthy family coming over.
Yep, the aroma of turkey fills the house.
Yep… yep… yep…
Why didn’t I feel grateful? What was wrong with me? Was all this listing of things I am thankful for just rote? Habit? Meaningless internal chatter?
I opened two cans of green beans to pour into the dish.
“mmm, maybe I should add one more can. After all Katie said the kids really liked green beans fixed this way.”
Off to the pantry for one more can of green beans.
What a simple ordinary act – nothing special – routine reaching into a cupboard for one more can.
One reality of its meaning of having plenty, of experiencing enough.
My hand trembled as I held that can. My lower lip quivered. My self-pity shattered by this moment stilled by overwhelming gratefulness.
I can walk.
I can reach.
I have a pantry full of green beans.
I have a pantry full of food.
I have enough.
I am grateful.
Thank You – the only prayer I could murmur in the hallway clutching that can of beans.
Thanksgiving finally began when a plain can of green beans fractured my frozen heart and bathed me with gratitude.
Gratitude is powerful – how has being thankful helped you on your spiritual walk?