A house fire of mold swept the interior of our Tiny House pumpkin-carving contest entry.
Just another sign that Halloween is long gone, friends, and Thanksgiving is upon us.
A turkey is nesting in my refrigerator, taking up way too much room.
My Middle Son asked for his favorite "McDonald's dressing," and I'll make it,
just because it makes the house smell wonderful.
What about a Thanksgiving stuffing scented candle instead of vanilla frosting?
Chicken pot pie in a tall pillar candle instead of peach cobbler?
I hope conversation this Thanksgiving will be filled with love—the
kind of love that jumps over high fences of social and political issues
for a hearty kiss and hug on the welcome mat.
I hope to enjoy simple, catching-up questions like,
"How is your work?"
"What do you put in these green beans?"
"Did your gardens close well?"
and "What are you reading?"
May our conversations be seasoned with remember-when laughter
and not spoiled by the angry rehash of 2016 headlines.
It may prove too much to hope for, but ... I plan to do my part.
You will be enriched in every way to be generous in every way,
which through us will produce thanksgiving to God.
2 Corinthians 9:11
More Thanksgiving thoughts here.