1 Thessalonians 5:16-18
Rejoice always, pray continually, give thanks in all circumstances; for this is God's will for you in Christ Jesus.
Give thanks in all circumstances . . .
The alarm goes off at the way-too-early time of six o'clock in the morning. In a fog, I turn it off, grumbling before I recall that this is the day I am going to my granddaughter, Virginia Rose's, kindergarten Thanksgiving Day play. My inclination to return to the comfy, cozy bed dissolves. I am up and at 'em, knowing how blessed I am to even have a granddaughter, and to witness her theatrical debut as a . . . turkey???
Oh, what a long drive to her school, with rain spattering my windshield, and the promise of coffee's awakening effects fading fast. I find myself hoping, under the dismal weather conditions, if the trek is worth it. Yes, I want to see Virginia every chance I get, but wonder how this Thanksgiving play will pan out. Will my time and effort reap rewards?
My mind turns to thoughts of gratefulness as I drive the winding back roads, sixteen miles, to her school. My car, which chugged ominously at me just the other day, is wending its way smoothly once again; it's raining, but it's light and intermittent, no matter what the play is like, I get to see Virginia!
By the time I reach the elementary school, my mood is definitely brighter than the gloom of this drizzly day. I sit with a congenial group of parents and grandparents, eager for the extravaganza to begin.
The children gather on stage behind the curtain; we can see their sneaker feet beneath its edge. Phone cameras poised and breath baited, we anxiously await what is about to unfold. The curtains are at long last drawn, and we behold the Pilgrims and Indians of that first Thanksgiving feast, along with the corn (yes, their lines, when cued, were, "Pop,pop!), and of course, the turkeys, replete with targets on their chests. The costumes are perfect!
Different children narrate the story. At appropriate times, the Pilgrim men shout, "Bang, bang" as they are determined to bag a turkey for the feast. The Pilgrim women interject a humorous and timely, "Mercy me!" Indian men shout confidently, "Big and Brave!" And the Indian women chime after them, "Go, Braves!" as they do the tomahawk chop.
Songs and recited rhymes replete with hand motions keep this entertaining, yet historically correct, play moving along splendidly. This Gammie especially loves the dance of the turkeys and their chorus of "Gobble, gobble!" Virginia struts her stuff!
The last song in the play, believe it or not, did not refrain from praising God as the creator of all our blessings, and the One most deserving of thanks. And this in public school. Hard to find in these days of darkness . . .
For all God's innumerable blessings.
Are you giving thanks to God in all circumstances?
Prayer: Father, as Thanksgiving Day draws near, let us all reflect upon the many blessings You give us each and every day, even when trials and tribulations momentarily detour us from the great love and mercy You desire to give us. Guide our hearts back to You. Let us acknowledge and cherish all Your wonderful gifts. May we treasure them and give thanks always for Your innumerable blessings. In Jesus' name, we pray. Amen.
Meditations of My Heart will be on hiatus until Tuesday, December 1st, so I can enjoy the Thanksgiving holidays with family and friends. May God bless your Thanksgiving time, and bring you fresh revelations of what it means to be grateful in all circumstances.