"Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ,
who has blessed us in Christ with every spiritual blessing in the heavenly places."
God pours out His blessing and how we must learn to return our thanks-giving, our benediction, to the greatest Giver.
How we live frugally in the midst of abundance. We take what we want, but are remiss to be thankful for all that we have been given.
It's Thanksgiving in Canada and we gather with family. A time of beauty and reflection and giving thanks.
There is a crispness in the air and the colours outside can nearly take your breath away.
We drive for hours, and the kids ask, 'When are we going to be there?' too many times, to two family gatherings one day after another and the excitement never seems to fade. We try to prepare ourselves for the crazy, loudness that will arise from all the uncles and children. There will be plenty of food and lots of laughter, but always tears and a bit of blood.
And always a deep ache for the brokenness that is evident, but not easily mended.
We gather with both sides of the family and the messy grief on each side, is a silent, painful reminder that this is not a life free from sorrow.
I don't want the messy in life, or the pain, the difficulties, the tribulations, the sicknesses.
I want the good things, but end up only taking them for granted.
How simple minded I've have become. How easily I forget, how quick I am to mumble, how often I fail to give thanks.
I, one who has been granted so much, lives so small in my gratitude.
I want to run from the hard things and expect all the good things, but, I see it here like never before,
that God, he really does give us all things.
"He who did not spare his own Son but gave him up for us all,
how will he not also with him
graciously give us all things?"