I’m not gonna lie, Thanksgiving hasn’t always been my favorite.
In the years when I was my own favorite subject, this holiday seemed to bring out all kinds of crazy in me as it seemed to shine a big, bright spotlight on to what I didn’t have. I didn’t have enough money in the bank and I didn’t live near my family at the beach. My friends felt few and far between. I didn’t have a husband and I didn’t have children. I rarely felt thankful.
I would come to be with family and would end up tainting the spirit of the day. I’d sulk as I ‘d help peel potatoes, chop celery, wash dishes, polish the remaining silver. “Meh” was written all over my face when a family member would share about a pregnancy, a job promotion, or a new boyfriend. The smallest of things would get to me. All it would take would be a tone, a look.. and you’d think the media should be alerted.
One day, the worst and the best happened. I put down the glass and picked up a new life.
Broken pieces were gradually put back together again as I began to see the world didn’t revolve around me. Ugliness was replaced with beauty as my lens began to refocus off of myself and on to others. I learned the benefits of consciously and intentionally loving people through my actions. With practice, I adopted a thankful attitude and began to see how celebrating others in turn only served to celebrate me. Oh, it didn’t come all at once, but with a strong mentor and arrows from the Spirit, I began to experience a calm I’d never known before. I thanked God out loud for His goodness and at long last, I discovered peace.
Give thanks to God – He is good and His love never quits. ~1 Chronicles 16:34
And now, I can’t stop saying it: God is good. To say it out loud reinforces my belief that it is true: God is good. No matter what might hit… God is still good.
With my love and my sadness
I come before You Lord
My heart’s in a thousand pieces
Maybe even more
Yet I trust in this moment
You’re with me somehow
And You’ve always been faithful
So Lord even now
When all that I can singPerformed by Mandisa Written by Gina C. Boe, Tony Wood, Ronnie C. Freeman, Jr.
Is a broken hallelujah
When my only offering
Is shattered praise
Still a song of adoration
Will rise up from these ruins
I will worship You and give You thanks
Even when my only praise
Is a broken hallelujah
Sylvia Lange is a Christian women’s speaker, independent music artist, blogger, and teacher. To see more of her blogs, visit here.