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Topic: Thanksgiving (04/18/05)
TITLE: Breaking the Silence
By Shellie Power
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It seems that I have suddenly been hit by a tsunami of self pity. I long to hear words of appreciation. I feel an intense desire to feel noticed and have those around me express gratitude for the countless "little things".
Thank you. Why are those two words so hard for me to say? I spend time with my Father and realize that I allow many things to go unnoticed. A new day is before me and the birds are awake. I take this for granted for it is the same as yesterday. The sun once again rises to greet me and my silence is deafening. There is food to make meals. Running water is available for me at any moment. We have a home with rooms for everyone to have their own space. Dinner requires planning because the choices are sometimes overwhelming. I have a van that works. Money to complete errands. I can read. The list seems infinite.
Thank you. It doesn't even seem to cover all that He has done for me. Thank you seems far too inadequate a word to say to a Creator, Redeemer, Savior and Friend. In order to thank Him enough I am going to have to live a life of Thanksgiving. Yet there is no language that would be able to express appropriate Thanks-- thanks that recognizes all of the little things.
I am suddenly aware of His Grace. I don't deserve or often recognize all that is done for me and given to me and yet God is so regular with His blessings to me that I have begun to take them for granted. I am thankful that He remains constant even when my silence is resounding. "Thank you, Lord" is my only prayer this morning.
After another morning of hectic chores I sit down for a quiet moment. It doesn't last long. Before I can even sip my tea a very small body climbs on to the couch and sits so close I can hardly move. He hands me a book and says "story". I am on auto pilot as I begin to read and then I notice the head on my shoulder and the small hand rubbing my arm. I live for this. This child does not say "Thank you" and yet I am willing to do almost anything in order to provide for his needs. I realize now that there is a spirit of Thanksgiving as this child chooses to spend time with me. The sparkle in his eyes causes me to pause. I decide to break the silence---"Thank you".
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