So the economy isn’t great, lots of people are unemployed and on some days, things can look pretty hopeless. Cars break down, roofs leak, children misbehave, and sometimes we allow the little things to steal our joy. It’s that time of the year again, to pause, take a look at the bigger picture, and give thanks.
When I get to that point of being bitter about not getting what I want, I know it’s time to stop, and thank God that I don’t get what I deserve.
I’m not living a charmed life. I don’t always make the right choices. I’m not the first person who volunteers to care for someone else, I don’t visit nursing homes, and sometimes I gossip. I am undeniably human and that makes me very imperfect, but…..
I didn’t see my home destroyed like many on the East coast when Hurricane Sandy blew through - taking things that cannot be replaced. I haven’t lost a child or relative this year as many have experienced. I am not hungry or homeless. My babies are safe and healthy.
Today, as of this moment, I am not losing my job, my home or my health. I am blessed enough to be born in America. The vast majority of the earth’s population is not.
I have a great job. I get to live my dreams pretty often these days, and I have the kind of friends that anyone would love to have.
Put in proper perspective, I am thankful I have a car to break down and a home with a roof that just might leak.
I think about the starving people in places like Darfur - and the parents who have to watch their children die because they cannot feed them or protect them. I think of the innocent people caught in the crossfire of wars fought under the guise of peace. I think of the children right here in my school building who go home to very little, or who go home to indifference or violence, or both. I think of the people who know that this will be their last Thanksgiving. I think of all the hurt, hate, hunger and poverty in this world, and I can’t imagine why I have been given so much. I almost blush in shame as I write this because I do not deserve all that I have.
It may not be a charmed life, but it is a blessed life, and I am constantly amazed at how much God really must love me. He sends me brilliant fall leaves; beautiful sunrises and sunsets on a daily basis, and smiling children who hug me throughout my day.
Thanksgiving is an attitude – not just a holiday. When you look outside of yourself, count your blessings, and you will humbly find that they are infinite.
Happy Thanksgiving to all of you!