I have an enormous amount to be thankful for this week. This month. This year.
An unspeakable amount.
And I love reading everyone’s thankful posts on their facebook page or twitter feed. You all are awesome.
But can I be honest?
I’m pouting a little bit this week.
One, I’m working like a fiend. A fiery fiend. It should let up around Christmas but until then I am under the gun. So I’m really tired. I’ll probably work intermittently over the entire Thanksgiving weekend from the farm. And I’m only writing this blog post late at night because I wanted to admit I was pouting to shame myself into stopping.
Two, I got my Christmas cards tonight. Don’t freak out. That’s just Type A me liking to get my cards in Thanksgiving week because normally I can get a bunch addressed at the farm, though that’s unlikely this year. I don’t like them. Y’all, I LOVE making annual Christmas cards. I ADORE it. I have so much fun every year picking coordinated family outfits and doing different card color schemes, and it’s just one of the few really arty, creative visual things I do. They have been so lovely over the years. People talk about how they look forward to our card. This year, I didn’t do formal pictures so I grabbed a few snapshots. I know, I know, a zillion of you far prefer those pictures. But I do not. (For our family. I love your snapshots. I just really love crafting our photos and card together…) So when they came tonight, I teared up because I’m actually pretty sad about the whole thing. This is entirely ridiculous. I told you, I’m admitting I’m pouting to put an end to it.
Three, I’m not doing my usual sale shopping this weekend (on-line, I HATE crowded stores). I have a budget this year for Christmas which is awesome and needed and long overdue, but I’m pouting a little that I can’t do my normal shopping for the holiday season this week. There are starving children in third world countries. This is why I acknowledge the absolute ridiculousness of my pouting. I can remember a Thanksgiving meal appearing on our doorstep growing up because things were so lean – THIS is how far God has brought me into the promised land of His goodness and abundance.
I say all this to let you know that if it’s been a hard week or a lean time or an exhausting season, God hangs out with us despite our total human reactions. Maybe because of them. He gets we so desperately need Him.
I am thankful for a God who loves me even when I’m pouting. And who reminds me to cut it out already.
He’s so good. I’ve had this song on repeat for weeks. I hope it pulls you out of your pout like it does me. Happy Thanksgiving!
I’ve also had that song going on lately. I totally get you! 🙂 happy Thanksgiving, Gindi!
This is a hard Thanksgiving for me since I lost my dad on Sept. 21 and his 89th birthday would have been Nov. 20th. We rarely spent Thanksgiving with my parents, and now I will never have that chance again. So many regrets. And that song–I heard it for the first time in church about three weeks after the memorial service. I cried through the song and much of the service. My dad was a good, good father (but he wasn’t perfect in all of his ways). I didn’t realize that was the song at the end of your post–and it brought tears again. I am so thankful he was in pretty good health until the end, but that made the suddenness of his passing hit harder. There was no time to say goodbye, to tell him what he meant to me. Your site did bring a smile to my face, though, when I put my name in to make a comment. It didn’t like “Kathy” and tried twice to change it to “Meat me”.
Oh Kathy – yes, the first holiday is so very hard. I hope you enjoyed your time with the family and found encouragement in unlikely places.