I don’t usually have to think about giving thanks on Thanksgiving. The gifts that have been given to me are plentiful and unearned.
Yet today as I scanned the news, I’ve had to struggle a bit. I won’t give you the list of worries and sources of anguish. I’m sure you’ve got your own.
The answer has come in a Thanksgiving wish from a friend. It is a wish of the simple gifts that come to us from those who love us and whom we love. It comes from a hug. It comes from gathering in the kitchen preparing the turkey and pumpkin pie. It comes from standing around the piano and singing together.
Is there anything that can possibly take the place of being loved and loving?
I wouldn’t trade it off to keep Trump out of the White House. Would it even be worth saving our environment if the price were sweeping the world clean of love? Perhaps there are those who think power and righteousness would be worth giving up love. But not for me.
I cannot but say thank you. Thank you. Thank you for so many who still give me more love than I could possibly measure.