Just this week, I attended two funerals: A grandfather and a grandmother. Two that are no longer sick and celebrating on the other side. However, there are widows, children, and grandchildren that are left with a hole in their heart. Those Thanksgiving tables were missing some one. It makes me hold the ones I love a little closer. The Bible tells us that we are not guaranteed tomorrow. Two funerals in one week is a big reminder of that. We have today. And in the end, stuff won't matter. It's family. It's friends. It's the love we share.
I look around today and wondered what the next year will hold. If we will all be back to celebrate the next Thanksgiving with the family. If that sounds morbid, I'm sorry. But, like I said, it's been one of those weeks. The grief and sadness I have felt this week, is just a testimony of their lives. I wouldn't trade the tears I've shed this week because their lives mean something. Not just to their spouse, kids, and grandchildren. Their lives meant something to me and to my family.
Thankful....I truly am. I am thankful for a God that loves me even when I mess up. I am thankful for my children. And as a list runs through my head....the list is filled with people. Yes, there are "stuff"...like a home for my family or food on my table. But, most of all, my thankful list is filled with people.... and so much more than just my three kids. (although they are up there on the list!) Our little world is so much more than the five of us. Those people God has put in my life, they are the reason for this holiday. They are the reason my heart is full. Those are reasons to be Thankful. There is no place I'd rather be then gathered around a good meal looking upon faces that I love.
