This year during the days leading up to our annual turkey gorge--I will write my posts using the theme revolving around Thanksgiving. I reserve the right of writer's discretion and loose interpretation -- would never want to stifle the leading of The Spirit or the whims of the author. Hopefully as I sit and ponder thankfulness and giving---I will come away with a better appreciation for my blessed and abundant life and a deeper conviction of the need for thanks.
Today while rolling this around, I came away convicted and convinced I need to re-examine my attitude of thanks. Being born and raised in the South--"Thank You" rolls off my tongue for any and every act of even the simplest kindness. I utter "Thank You" without even a thought--it is a habit instilled by Momma's "Good Manners" training. Why even now I am hearing my children teach the same lessons to my grands. Those words Momma used, and I repeated are now being passed on to the third generation---"What do you say?" It does not take long for the little ones to know the answer to that question. It becomes an automatic THANK YOU.
Those dreaded thank you notes of my childhood now roll off my pen with great flourish. I wax grateful with the best of them. How many rewrites did Momma insist upon though before I became proficient and automatic at the written note of thanks? She taught me well--I can do it with one hand tied behind my back and my eyes closed.
There have been times in my life when I felt thanks to my very core. Relief filled --emotionally charged--deeply felt thanks. Sadly it takes some near calamity--some impending doom--some near miss with mortality for me to feel --to truly know thanks to the very deepest core of my being. Most of the time my thanks are empty platitudes uttered without thought and unfortunately--forgotten as soon as I say them.
When I pray, I give thanks---repeating by rote all I am blessed with and supposedly thankful for. But do I feel--do I really convey true thanks--probably not. Is God pleased with my Thanksgiving? Or do those thanks bounce back as they hit the ceiling--with the dull thud of an empty praise.
Well Friend, I am convicted---and convinced---I need to examine my heart--and repent of my lack luster thanksgiving. To have been lavished with blessings---my thank you note has been returned to sender with a serious need of a rewrite.
So stay tuned--hold on---we are going to explore the act of