Sketch of my grandson, Aiden, with the Pentel Pocket Brush pen. There are not many lines on the face of a two year old child. No creases from years of laughter. No lines from worry. No dark circles from illness and sleeplessness.
Thanksgiving is a perfect time to reflect on the many good things in my life. And to think of others whose lives are lacking those good things. Thoughts lead to actions and that's good, too.
Years ago, I served as a worship director of a church. We often had a special Thanksgiving service with lots of music and times for people to talk about the things in their lives for which they were thankful. It surprised me (though it shouldn't have) to hear how often the older people gave thanks for the hardships in their lives. Their years sometimes gave them the perspective of how good things can come from bad situations. Even today, I think about how I might have to live a little longer before I can see good come out of bad things in my life.
Wishing you the most Happy Thanksgiving!
Thanksgiving makes me think of this hymn, one of my favorites for this season:
Allred. "Come Thou Fount of Every Blessing."