Thanksgiving, you still hold my heart. I love your festive and merry counterpart, but I really do appreciate you. I love how you come first, before the hustle and bustle. You are so unassuming, merely asking that we enjoy and feast and give thanks. Thanksgiving, you are easy.
We won’t stop confessing He is good and we won’t stop thanking Him for grace and we won’t stop holding out our hands — and taking His hand. We won’t stop believing that “God is good” is not some trite quip for the good days but a radical defiant cry for the terrible days.
That “God is good” is not a stale one-liner when all’s happy but a saving lifeline when all’s hard.
God is good, even when we can’t see any good around us. If, in breezing past Thanksgiving and going straight to lights and mistletoe, we miss that, then we miss much. Preparing room Christ is done in gratitude. We can’t afford to miss that.