Being Thankful

Sitting down to Thanksgiving dinner on Saturday with all 22 of our family, Rick and I leaned in close to each other and wondered if we were forgetting something.

Because we weren't surrounded by mass chaos. All the food was on the table and not forgotten in the fridge or freezer.

There were no kids hiding, playing under the table, or getting up out of their seats. No food or tantrums thrown by children. Not one of the good dishes or crystal glasses was broken. *grins*

Later that night I felt a huge wave of remorse when I was laying in bed and just thinking about how smoothly the day had gone with all of the family. All week long I had been praying about the upcoming weekend and all that the visit would entail. Praying that it would fun for everyone involved. Praying that things would just flow together easily. That things would be comfortable between both of our families and everyone would feel welcome and at ease.

And God answered each and every one of my prayers. Yet my first thoughts were "What is wrong? What did we forget? Why is it so quiet?"...instead of remembering that God cares about all the little stuff that makes up my day - every little thing that is important to me.

So God and I had a little talk. And I did thank Him (and I'm working on remembering to thank Him for all the little blessings throughout my day).

Because it was a truly wonderful Thanksgiving weekend for us visiting with our families and one that I will cherish for a long time...an amazing blessing to us and an answer to prayer.