What is it about Thanksgiving that makes it so special? Turkey, dressing, pumpkin pie, football, family, togetherness, peace… what’s not to like? My favorite part is the moment before the meal when we say grace. When our plates are before us, everyone anticipating the carefully prepared food, the happy faces of those that we hold dear all looking at one another. Just… that moment. No longer than a breath, but so very precious.
That moment is like Thanksgiving itself. The day. The special time that we take out of our busy schedules to just be together. That’s the true gift of the day. The impending holiday season will be coming like a freight train before we scrape the last of the gravy from our plates, but at this moment there is peace and togetherness and just… thanks.
In church last week the pastor threw out a phrase I hadn’t heard before. “Thanks-living.”
I liked it. Maybe every day can’t be a holiday, but there is something to be thankful for every day.
When I was little Thanksgiving was celebrated at my grandparents’ house, which was across an alfalfa field from ours. We wore our church clothes and listened to Grandpa belt out, “AAH, COME LORD JES-US! AND BE OUR GUEST! AND LET THIS FOOD TO US BE BLE-SSED!” with three silly versions of “AMEN!” to close it. The tablecloth was on the round table and the food would be plentiful. We would use our best manners and Grandma would smile shyly when we complimented her cooking. Then we would run back home through the fresh, cold air and play until chore time.
Year after year, it was the same. Until, well, it wasn’t. I am so thankful that we had those days with my grandparents and those special moments. I realized that every moment will one day become a memory, so why not appreciate it now?
Just a moment, no longer than a breath, but so very precious.
Thanks-living. To live thankfully, to appreciate each moment as it happens, not just on any appointed day but always.