Thanks Giving
Nov 25th, 2008 by Sylvia
This morning I wrapped up in my sweatshirt and shawl, jeans and tennies and headed outside to walk around my backyard. All the garden and trees are going to sleep. The flowers that usually litter the yard are gone and seed heads have appeared in their place, ready to burst and spread. Its a yearly resting time. Even though everything looks brown and dead, its actually alive and resting.
The dogs ran through the neighbor’s yard investigating who knows what. I just walked slowly, crunching the grass beneath my shoes, watching the rabbit at the back yard who was in turn watching the dogs. The sunshine just barely was peeking through what leaves are left on the maple tree and shining through the foggy remains of my breath.
It was so quiet, even the traffic several streets removed from me that is usually present was muted. That was the first thing I was thankful for this morning. Quiet. I seem to crave quiet and solitude lately. There in this old and familiar yard I gave thanks for the quiet and for the rest that Autumn brings to nature.
And I gave thanks for a whole list of other things, people, situations and everyday miracles. Then I gave thanks in the midst of some difficult situations. Everyone has them. but I asked God to help me rise above my situations and thank Him in spite of them, and of course He did.
By the time I’d finished, the dogs were waiting at the back door, looking across the yard at me as if they were impatient to get inside. I was all the way at the back of the yard at the little apple tree. I turned to go back and something caught my eye. One last small yellow flower was there under the tree as if it had been placed there purposefully. Its tiny, sunny face smiling up at me.
1 Thessalonians 5:18
















