Thanksgiving Archive

My First Thanksgiving

Posted November 26, 2015 By Reba J. Hoffman, Ph.D.

I sat sipping hazelnut coffee as the first hints of Thanksgiving Day slowly etched traces of light across the eastern horizon. I was home, not only to the house where I reside, but in the gentle rolling hills of western Tennessee. It is where I belong.

A gentle predawn breeze kissed my cheeks. Since I battled cancer in 1993, it has been God’s display of his unending love for me. His sign that He will never leave me. A lone bird sang its early morning lullaby as a lonesome train whistle answered back from some place in the far distance.

Home.

I pondered what that actually meant. I found myself fighting the urge to get up and go. For almost three years, when the sun rises, I pack up and go on to the next place. While on the bike, I broke camp, prayed and pedaled in the direction God led me for that day. In the truck, onward with cargo in tow toward the business who needs the goods I have.

But today, on the first Thanksgiving Day at home in forty seven years, I just sat sipping coffee and soaking in the countryside, the sights and sounds of nature on a brisk autumn morning. Soon the dawn would illuminate into day and shadows of the moment would disappear.

I have no memories yet in my new home. Like a blank chalk board, it stands waiting for me to write new memories upon its walls. In the quiet morning, I dreamed of what those would be. Just as the winds of autumn blew across the lake never to be felt again, the moment was fleeting. Soon there would be people, food and all things Thanksgiving. But for just those few minutes—those precious moments—the day was all mine.

I’m so grateful to be able to enjoy the simple things in life. I don’t have TV in my home. No phone. No video games. It’s where I go to unplug from all the hustle and bustle of today’s high tech world. When I complete this blog—and my second cup of coffee—I’ll go for a long run through the countryside. I’ll talk to strangers and learn their stories. I’ll talk to God and hear His heart. I’ll read a mystery novel. And, I’ll write about the things that matter to me and share my adventures with you, my faithful readers.

I appreciate each of you and on this glorious first Thanksgiving, when I pause to give thanks to God for His innumerable blessings, you will be the subject of that thanks. You all bless me in ways I cannot express.

May you all experience the fullness of God’s abundant grace and limitless blessing on this special November day. May you not take anything for granted today. May God open your eyes to see the infinity of what He has given you.

Have a wonderful Thanksgiving!

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The Gift of Spontaneous Blessing

Posted December 4, 2012 By Reba J. Hoffman, Ph.D.

I just returned from a week in the beautiful state of Colorado. It was lovely and filled with adventure. My experience volleyed between the elegance of the Broadmoor to kicking up dust on the Pikes Peak Greenway Trail.

Around each bend in the road a new blessing was there for the taking. When this pattern continued to repeat itself, I realized I was experiencing the gift of spontaneous blessing. I learned many things from that experience. Here are just a few.

Blessings are there to those who have hearts to receive. I was alert and receptive, ready to explore whatever came my way. Because of that, I saw and received every blessing.

You have to be looking. A few blessings I received, like running into deer on the trail, would have come and gone completely unnoticed had I not been looking and expecting to see something. You have to be looking as well.

You have to be open to receive the blessings. I could have blown right by the buffalo with my eyes pinned to the rocky trail that brisk morning. But I knew in my heart my morning run contained more than just cardiovascular conditioning. I opened myself to the anticipation that I would receive blessings and I wasn’t disappointed.

During your day today, open your heart to the possibilities of the gift of spontaneous blessing. When the sun sets on the western horizon, you’ll feel rich and blessed beyond compare. I promise.

Have you recently received the gift of spontaneous blessing? Tell us about it. Share it here!

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Thanksgiving Day is for the Birds!

Posted November 20, 2012 By Reba J. Hoffman, Ph.D.

Ok, not really. I didn’t mean it so please don’t throw mashed potatoes at me. That would be a waste of good spuds! I just needed a way to get your attention.

You see, I needed to tell you all how thankful I am that you’ve been following me since my blog first started on April 1st… no foolin’! J

Through these last several months, I’ve grown so much. I’ve also made a lot of friends who are gracious enough to read my blog.

I’m excited about what lies ahead in 2013 with my blog and with Magellan and I want to thank you all for your encouragement, your friendship and your willingness to read my words each day. You are my heroes.

May God grant you all the joy, peace, love and treasure of this Thanksgiving Holiday. As I pause to give thanks before diving headlong into the turkey, your names will come up. For, indeed, I am thankful for you.

Have a wonderful holiday week.

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