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The Real Thanksgiving

In 1621, the Plymouth colonists and Wampanoag Indians shared an autumn harvest feast that is acknowledged today as one of the first Thanksgiving celebrations in the colonies. For more than two centuries, days of thanksgiving were celebrated by individual colonies and states. It wasn’t until 1863, in the midst of the Civil War, that President Abraham Lincoln proclaimed a national Thanksgiving Day to be held each November. (history.com)

Every family has their own unique way of celebrating Thanksgiving. Some will enjoy nice spreads of turkey, stuffing, gravy & all the customary traditional dishes. Some may enjoy family in other ways via vacations, grilled food, seafood boils or the likes. Some may even enjoy the quiet time alone. Regardless of what Thanksgiving looks like in each home, it’s still centered around the concept of “gratitude.”

Critics of Thanksgiving propose that we should give “thanks” daily & they choose not to partake in any “commercialized celebratory holidays.” I’ve even heard some say that it’s a pagan holiday. Everyone has the right to their beliefs. We hold the freedom to choose to spend the day in whatever capacity that holds dear & true to our heart’s desire. 

As for me, it’s not about the “logistics” of what the table spread looks like, it’s not about the football games, but it’s about pausing in gratitude to God for the blessings he graces us with. Not that I don’t practice this daily, but to pause from the busyness of life & enjoy family. Well, I’m here for that!

Thanksgiving to me, is about reverencing God for the big & small things, some may take for granted. 

I’m thankful that no matter how many times I failed God that he’s never withheld his grace & mercy from me.

I’m thankful that regardless of past mistakes, bad decisions & unfavorable choices that I’m still among the living—in good health.

I’m thankful that, even through my trials, errors & afflictions, I’m still blessed.

I’m thankful that even through hardships, I’ve never been hungry or homeless.

I’m thankful that I slept in a warm bed & able to adjust a heat thermostat to my preference.

I’m thankful for family & friends that are only a phone call away.

I’m thankful that regardless of the crime, poverty & corruption around the world, that God is still in control.

I could go on forever & ever but my heart is full with an “attitude of gratitude,” not just today, but everyday. Regardless of how you spend your holiday, we all have something to thank God for—that’s what the “Real Thanksgiving” (in my opinion) is about.

(2 Corinthians 4:15) All this is for your benefit, so that the grace that is reaching more and more people may cause thanksgiving to overflow to the glory of God.

Let the “attitude of gratitude” fill your hearts today, as you share the beauty of a blessed, abundant life. 


Blessings & Love.

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