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.
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!