After a very quiet few years on this blog I’ve felt compelled to write again. I go through times where writing isn’t even a faint blip on the radar of my life. I also go through times where writing is my escape, my way of looking beyond where I am into a place where perhaps I’d rather be. And then I go through time where I want to write but can’t muster up the words I need to convey the reason behind my desire to write. Regardless, today is one of those days where I feel the desire to write so I shall let the words flow.
Thanksgiving is one of those holidays that, to me, really shouldn’t be a single day in the year as much as it should be a lifestyle. In any given day I have an abundance of reasons to be thankful, as most everyone is, yet I don’t bring attention to either the reason or the thanks that I have for it. What makes a single day so special that suddenly all of the things that I have been thankful for all year long are now all of a sudden worthy of finally receiving those thanks? Seems to me that there is something wrong with that. Of course I am talking about myself here, so please don’t take these words to be some form of judgment cast upon you or any of that. I’m just trying to resolve some of the thoughts I have had the past weeks leading up to today. Thoughts like “If the people in your life you loved the most were gone tomorrow, would they know today how thankful you are for them?”. Or thoughts like “When you are called to do a task, as much as you don’t want to do the task, are you thankful that you are breathing, have strength, can walk and move freely, and are well able to perform the task?”
While some of us are thankful for the tangible “things” in our lives – iPods and cars and large TVs and big, comfy houses – I believe there are others that are thankful for the much smaller, and to many, more insignificant, of things. Things like a warm jacket on a cold night or a bite to eat that fills a painfully empty stomach or a visit from a child that hasn’t been seen for months. As I look on the abundance that I take for granted every day I feel like I am kinda missing the mark on Thanksgiving, like perhaps my focus is off or I am simply looking at the wrong things. While I am thankful that I have an awesome job I get to go to everyday, driving my newer model car to the office listening to the music on my iPhone along the way, there are people that are thankful today that they have shoes. Just shoes. Maybe not even newer shoes. Just shoes.
So on this day of giving thanks I hope that I can maintain perspective. Don’t get me wrong, please. I do NOT apologize for doing well for myself or my family. I am thankful that I have been blessed with a provider mentality and that I CAN provide nicely for my loved ones. No, the perspective I am hoping for stems beyond that, to the core of my family and, more importantly, to the core of my life. When I sit around the dinner table tonight I will definitely be thankful for the abundant supply of food and drink before me. But my greater thanks will be for the family that sits before me.
I will be thankful for my daughters and my son, who daily show me many reasons for being thankful. I will be thankful to their mother, who has shown me so much more than I could have ever expected about relationship, parenting, love, patience and diligence. And I will likewise be thankful to her family for opening their home to my family and for always being so welcoming and inviting.
I will also be thankful for my parents – God rest their souls – for raising me to be the man that I am today while I was still yet young. And I will be thankful for my brother and sister who, when my father and then later my mother went to be with God, took up the reigns without needing to be asked to see to it that I would one day become the man that I was destined to be.
I will be thankful for my many long standing friends that have shown me recently what true friendship is all about over the long haul. And I will be thankful for my new friends that have so filled my life with love and warmth in recent years.
I will be thankful for memories of Thanksgivings past, of times spent roughhousing with my cousins at nine o’clock in the evening in a muddy front yard and of times spent trying to get the kids ready to go to two different houses in four hours on a cold afternoon.
I will be thankful for the years to come, the days to come, in which more memories will be made, more time will be spent and more love will be shown. I will be thankful for the future as well as the present, and for the past that it may ever move me forward to better things.
Today, and every day, I will remember the reasons to give thanks and I will give thanks for them. Not because it is Thanksgiving. No, I will give thanks simply because I am thankful.