Togetherness. Some would bend to pity upon knowing.We gathered today as lovers and their children. A soft sadness of missing extended family and friends. Then I see with my living goggles. Freckled, smiling girl at sink washing delicate heirloom dishes. Man In Waiting laughing with dish towel in hand. Peaked Boy curled up on the couch nearby. Sunshine Daughter skipping around the circle of our gathering spaces. Wee one is asleep in the sunshine for his afternoon nap as we prepare for our Thanksgiving feast. Husband Lover has come home and is carving the large turkey that was to be provisions for the twenty-five people we hoped to have over before time stood still.
Sickness has become our blessing today. It has created for us a vacation from the going and coming that a holiday can bring. I have found such joy and togetherness here with these gifts. Grace fills our home with expectancy as everyone is actively awaiting our time around the table. The lists are hung. Each one full of twenty blessings and the smell is enough to drive our hungry appetites mad. The table is set. The baby awakes. The laughter starts. We snap pictures, we laugh, we toast many blessing and drink down sparkling grape juice.
I look over and Peaked Boy sits holding an antique glass with a great-sailed ship on the side. Is that You, Father? The first Thanksgiving Day would not have happened without a ship. Ship full of pilgrims. Here I am blogging my own sacred pilgrimage. And this Thanksgiving Day, the one I have prepared in my heart for. Weeks and weeks seeking things that show me a bit more of who You are. And here I am now. In the upper room. Breaking bread. Praying.
I feel tears. A thankfulness comes over me I have yet to know. I am filled with the spirit. I understand Jesus pain more. I am in the Upper Room. Jesus is here. There is a union among us. The familiarity is thick, yet I am sensing a new thing. Did Jesus use the upper room to foretell many things? I call out blessings to my children. I speak of the richness they bring. We dream of future feasting together. I have never been so thankful. The Father's grace fills my day once again. Here in our home where plans were canceled. I am thankfulness. The Father knows better. I trust Him and find joy. He makes life out of this mist.
Come now, you who say, "Today or tomorrow we will go to such and such a town and spend a year there and trade and make a profit"-yet you do not know what tomorrow will bring, What is your life? For you are a mist that appears for a little time and then vanishes. Instead you ought to say, "If the Lord wills, we will do this or that."James 4:13-15
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