Thanksgiving has always been one of my very favorite holidays. What’s not to love? Food. Family. A parade with HUGE balloons in which it takes 20+ people to hold down (sidenote: I once had a dream where I was one of those balloons. That’s a different blog post altogether.)
After trying to decide what I could tell you to help convey just how thankful I am, I landed on one personal story. Here it goes:
For as long as I can remember, we have had Thanksgiving dinner at my grandparent’s house. One year, after a strange turn of events, my mom was in charge of cooking the turkey. It looked really good from the outside, but we quickly learned during the time of carving the turkey that my mother had forgotten to take out the little bag from the inside containing things that no person should eat. Isn’t that how a lot of us are? I know that sometimes I can put on a happy face and still be a mess on the inside.
Today, I am the most thankful that the Lord knows this trait of mine and He is able to take my heart and mold it from the inside.
“Create in me a pure heart, O God, and renew a steadfast spirit within me.” –Psalm 51:10
I am also thankful that my mom isn’t allowed to cook the turkey anymore.
What’s your favorite Thanksgiving memory?