(the picture was pulled from a post that i drafted just over a year ago on one of the rare occasions that i went overboard and filled my cabinet. many emotions attached to this little picture.)
On this day of thanks I’m finally able to write about it. The full story of what we went through last fall. I shared some it along the way when I could no longer contain my emotions at the time, but as we were brought out from where we were this time last year the memories of it faded away. Until the other day. With a simple prayer it all came back. And then while reading to my children about the pilgrims about how that first winter they lost half of those who had come over from England. How they had starved. How the next spring things began to change. The sun came out and God’s blessings began to flow in abundance. And I began crying over these people from so long ago. I could somehow, kind of, relate. And I realized how thankful I am. How much He has given us. And how at this second Thanksgiving in this home the food and blessings are in absolute abundance. He heard my cry. He answered my prayer.
Please come read my heart that I’ve finally been able to expose.
