I began to pursue thanksgiving when I began teaching a little over five years ago. In my personal time with God every day, I listed in my journal ten things I counted as blessings. A couple years later, I found a baby-blue, soft leather copy of Ann Voskamp’s 1,000 Gifts. This book intrigued me for two reasons. First, the author lives only about an hour away from where I do. Second, I was reminded of the power giving thanks has to lead us into worship and away from despair.
This year, away at school in the US, I will in essence miss both Thanksgivings. I was in the States for the Canadian Thanksgiving and will be in Canada for the American Thanksgiving.
Humour me as I take my Thanksgiving today, with a random assortment of gifts from my own 1,000s list in progress.
teeny tiny red berry all alone on its stem. . . realization that there is no shame–indeed–God wants us to be feeling things like confusion, sadness, and loneliness, as a reminder that I need Him. . . making rockets in the fresh morning air on the back deck with a group of other science lab students. . . garlic bread grilled cheese for lunch. . . smart pink jacket to wear for the half day of teaching. . . all the beautiful varieties of eyes. . . idiosyncrasies between Canadian and American English. . . Ford’s Chapel. . . whispered conversation with Mr. Miller during Kindergarten meeting. . . Becka’s polka dot umbrella to borrow for my walk in the rain. . . perfect spider lace on the deck rail beside me. . . tree trunks blackened by rain, whispering November. . .
The list is always there. I challenge us all to take the time to write it, maybe even below.