Posted by penelopepowell on November 23, 2016
It seems the season of thanksgiving is just a blip between Halloween and Christmas. In grocery stores the cornucopia paper plates and napkins are thrown in between the sales of jack-o-lanterns and introduction of Christmas trees and mistletoe.
If we take time to think about the history of Thanksgiving, it reminds us of surviving hardship, as the early settlers did, and celebrating simply blessings of friends and family.
I love one particular verse in Ephesians written by Paul to the church in Ephesus, a place he spent three years forming relationships that began to feel like family.
I do not cease to give thanks for you, remembering you in my prayers. Ephesians 1:16 ESV
It’s a simple statement in a long letter, but it reminds me of taking time to thank God for the people in my life, my husband, children, extended family, distant relatives, girlfriends, believers who have sowed kindness and love into my life, people searching for truth who befriended me—who may believe differently but willingly gave a piece of the heart in this journey called life.
I give thanks for the people who have one way or another made me who I am, regardless of tongue, nation, or background. Like Paul, I pray we all have our spiritual eyes enlightened to know the full measure of the love of Christ.