His forefathers had nearly frozen to death and starved due to their decision to move. Thanks to the Native Americans, they survived. So today he was about to carve a turkey in their honor.
The sharp knife glided through the hot turkey. They had gotten an extra big one this year. More leftovers. He stopped and smiled. There was NOTHING better than leftover turkey sandwiches. Well, maybe… but he loved turkey sandwiches. And this year’s turkey’s breast would provide a bountiful crop.
A bountiful crop. Thank God for the bountiful crop in his life.
It had been a year since the move. And two since the event that caused the move. He looked out the kitchen window at the mountains and reflected on the past couple of years. It had been so hard on his family. Families all across America were being scattered like dandelion seeds in the wind thanks to the Great Recession. His was no different. He sighed and watched as the mist danced across the snow-capped peaks.
He heard the restlessness coming from the dining room. The sound of a spoon clanking against a piece of crystal woke him from his trance. “C’mon, DAD! People are HUNGRY OUT HERE.” He was holding up business.
He brought the plate of turkey into the dining room to a welcoming gasp, sat it down in the middle of the table and took his seat. His wife, their kids and both his and her parents watched as he tucked his napkin in his shirt. Then they all held hands and he began to pray:
“Thank You for adversity. Thank You for the gift of change. You gave this family a challenge and after only two years, we are now here together, stronger than before. But we really didn’t find happiness until we realized that Thanksgiving was everyday. So thank You for that insight. And thank You for all the blessings around the table. Thank You for this food. Thank You for our health. And thank You for this family.”
The dad finished his impromptu prayer (He normally fired off ‘God is great’) and served his wife a piece of turkey.
Thanksgiving was more than a one-day event at their house. It was served up every day of the year. And judging the amount of turkey on the plate, so would turkey leftovers.
Thanksgiving is my Favorate Holiday!
As in the story we too had a change this year and are moving to making Thanksgiving an Everyday Event!
Thanks!
Thank you. Two words that should be said more often.