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!

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Comments

  1. And what precious, precious prints that last!!!That was a.loving moment!!! I love that song especially when facing adversities. Reminds me that He doesn't change in this ever constant changing place...May you havea wonderful Thanksgiving reminiscing those special prints etched in your heart!!! God bless and protect you.

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  2. Just beautiful Mary!
    How precious to hear her sing to our God...a beautiful memory for you to hold.
    Happy Thanksgiving dear friend xoxoox
    I'm thankful for you...so glad our Lord brought us together xo
    Hugs!

    Deborah xoxoox

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  3. Wow. Just think of the power of the Lord within little Susanna's life already. No wonder we're to be like children!

    "Groggy?" ... that cracks me up!

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  4. stopping by to thank you for your prayer coverage. ((hugs)) What a delightful blessing it was to come home and see you had 'visited' today..

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  5. Grandchildren bring us joy in many ways. I love the truth spoken by little children--and the moment that you shared here. A delight that she sings about the Lord!

    Thanks for stopping by my blog. Have a blessed Thanksgiving!

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  6. What a wonderful story. You are blessed to have such a granddaughter, but then she probably is blessed to have such a wonderful "Groggy" as you.

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  8. Out of the mouths of babes! How precious!

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  9. what a beautiful memory and out of the mouth of babes...I love this story Mary...thanks for sharing it.

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  10. I'm so glad for this share, Mary! My heart needed to smile. I suspect Susanna's song may provoke lots of us to pause and remember that which counts.
    Wishing you a most blessed Thanksgiving!
    Hugs,
    Myra

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  11. This is a beautiful story. The Lord gave you a special thanksgiving gift.

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  12. Fingerprints on the heart are the best! What a treasured memory you will always have of your time coloring and singing praises. Oh Mary, God is so good.

    Love you,
    Debbie

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  13. What a precious moment and a precious heart!

    In kind of an odd coincidence, my almost-13-year-old son began singing this song yesterday in the car. We were driving down the mountain to Boise. He stopped after a few lines to explain to his friend that his mom loves to sing this song. Indeed, I do. He rarely sings aloud and it gave me great satisfaction that this song had made an impression.

    Karen
    Idaho

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  15. Beautiful Post Saleslady. Children can be so innocent and sincere. Blessings.

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  16. What sweet memories. That is a great song and how wonderful your little Susanna sang it. Thank you for sharing.
    Blessings,
    Charlotte

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  17. What a beautiful story. It warmed my heart!

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  18. wish we could be together for Thanksgiving this year. I'm going to miss her too.

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  19. What a precious testimony of your Susanna's upbringing through all she has endured. What a tremendous blessing...and thank you, Mary, for sharing it with us. Happy Thanksgiving to you, my sweet friend.

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  21. What a beautiful heartfilled post. I about cried as I remember that day fondly. I am so glad you have a grandchild in your life. Love you!

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  22. What a precious memory. Our granddaughters leave us so many wonderful memories. I hope that your granddaughter has a lovely Thanksgiving where she is and I pray you have a lovely Thanksgiving where you are.

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  23. Mary, such a sweet story. It's those little blessings that God brands on her hearts. We can fall back on them when ever life hands us some heartache. Good post, fitting for I feel the same way often. I talked to my daughter by skype last night, she and family are in Papua New Guinea. When we hung up I was sad and still feel that way a little today. But I know He will bring me out of it again. Blessings my sister

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  24. What a beautiful post this is, Mary! And that song little Susannah sang... it IS a beautiful song for a 4 year old girl to sing. I am sure she has had her share of heartaches, but she surely understands what giving thanks means!

    I am thankful for you friendship, dear Mary!

    Love
    Lidia

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