November dressed as May, and warm breezes blew. The last of the leaves wear a rusty hue. We watched the ducks mating and playing and fighting through the kitchen window while we cooked and washed and cooked and washed some more. The animals could smell the the turkey roasting and pranced around with excitement, surrounding anyone with mews, quacks, and clucks. They got their serving, and they'll get more.
This year, we had a pretty poinsettia, glowing like rubies in the afternoon sun, decorating the table, with tall candle sticks around. Several kids took turns carrying the poinsettia with awe and care of nature's beauty.
The luscious feast that adorned the table sits in the refrigerators now. We'll have food for days.
We started the feast with conversation not of gratitude, but of a people who left home, job, and family, and moved into a wilderness to worship God according to the dictates of their own conscience. We talked of a people of prophecy. Their story of faithfulness foretold. Would we do the same? Would we leave comforts and ease for the freedom to worship God? Can a feast of remembrance have any meaning in our hearts if we wouldn't give up familiarity, ease, and comfort to freely worship?
Highlights
1. Sam ate his entire plate, including his roll, and then asked for seconds.
2. Gideon fell asleep right before we started eating and slept until two hours afterwards. Gideon likes plain turkey, but not much else.
3. John has a jello salad that he loves. The kids have always commented on it disdainfully, but this year, the boys ate it all on Thanksgiving day.
4. Kate made so many orange rolls, we still have some.
3. John has a jello salad that he loves. The kids have always commented on it disdainfully, but this year, the boys ate it all on Thanksgiving day.
4. Kate made so many orange rolls, we still have some.
1 comment:
It does sound like a lovely day! I loved how you wrote about it. I love that you had May like weather; that must have made it even better.
I liked what your conversation centered around. I do feel strongly that sharing your ancestors stories can have a big impact on your children's testimonies. I think it is important to share your on stories. We didn't do that as much as we should have, but now we share them with grandchildren; which is fun.
Sending loving thought and hugs your way!
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