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Mr. Turkey Thankful Feathers

 It is Thanksgiving week.

Thankfulness is a beautiful thing.

With a thankful heart the world looks better.

We have had an unprecedented and challenging 2020.

But it is time to consider "Mr. Turkey Thankful Feathers"! 

When our kids were young we sometimes would have them cut out colorful construction paper feathers to put on "Mr. Turkey". I am sure many of you did/do the same thing with your kids:) Of course each of the kids needed to write something on their feathers that they were thankful for.

And so, we too should start gathering our feathers.

There is a dear resident at the home where I work. Her mind is not what it used to be; time and age have taken its toll. But the other day as I approached her, she looked at me. She had a radiant smile. She tapped on her chest and said clearly and knowingly, "I have grown. Spiritually I mean." It was a beautiful and inspiring encounter.

So this year, can we say that too? "I have grown. Spiritually I mean."? Oh yes, we have no doubt all had our moments, our days. But on the whole have we not grown to know ourselves more intimately? Grown to lean on God more dependently, comprehend more profoundly, align more truly, appreciate more deeply, rest more fully?

So as we plume Mr. Turkey, we should be prepared for an especially big Thanksgiving turkey this year.

Yes, in some ways it may seem like there was less to be thankful for. But our feathers are more detailed, more beautiful and full. Are we not more thankful for that which we are thankful for?

If so...then that is truly something to be thankful for!


In every thing give thanks: for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus concerning you. 1Thessalonians. 5:18

                                            









 

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