Thankful for Leftovers
When the kids were little, we use to travel 235 miles over the mountains to grandma’s house for Thanksgiving every year. When we got back home, I never failed to get a call from mom and dad telling me they were fighting the blues from missing the kids every time they saw their little fingerprints on the window panes of their door!
Thanksgiving Day is almost here. I won’t be able to share this wonderful holiday with four year old Susanna this year as it is her Daddy’s turn, but I have a memory that I treasure.
Last month when our family came together at my place for Susanna’s birthday, something wonderful happened as her and I colored together on the couch. It was just after lunch one afternoon when her mommy wanted to go to Sedona with her sis to show fiancé Paul the grandeur of the famous red rocks. To my surprise, Susanna wanted to stay home with me, her Groggy.
Sharing crayons and a color book, I asked her if she ever sang while she colored. With that she began belting out a song of thanksgiving that made my heart smile! “Give thanks with a grateful heart, give thanks to the Holy One; give thanks because He’s given Jesus Christ, His Son.” Shocked, I went to the computer and found the song “Give Thanks” on Pandora. We resumed our coloring together on the couch and I listened ever so intently to her singing along with Don Moen: “And now let the weak say ‘I am strong’ let the poor say ‘I am rich (big emphasis) because of what the Lord has done for us.” It was powerful hearing my granddaughter thank God like that!
This year I may not have Susanna’s fingerprints all over my window panes, but she left her fingerprint on my heart as I ponder our giving thanks to God together in song.
Happy Thanksgiving everyone!
This post links with Spiritual Sundays.