I’m so thankful I can incorporate my one word, thankful, into my favorite Friday activity – Five Minute Friday, which I confess takes longer than five minutes for me to compose because I’m a
deep slow thinker, but only takes five minutes to read. That counts, right? This week, the word is table.
Have you ever seen heaven? Sometimes, I catch glimpses.
I had the pleasure of joining my cousin and her husband for Thanksgiving at his parents home. From the minute they opened their front door, I felt welcome. No awkwardness. They were warm and hospitable. All 13 of them! Plus my other cousin and her new husband.
We talked. And laughed. And ate. From a bountiful table. As ‘Big Guy’ and ‘Jolly’ presided, ‘Big Guy’ saying grace. (The parents of my cousin’s husband)
As a welcomed outsider, I stood at the periphery of the room, watching their joy, and caught it. The glimpse. This is the way heaven will be. Talking, laughing, eating, rejoicing. Grace.
“I tell you, many will come from east and west and recline at table with Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob in the kingdom of heaven,”Matthew 8:11 ESV
Happy Thanksgiving Friday!
“Enter his gates with thanksgiving, and his courts with praise! Give thanks to him; bless his name!”Psalm 100:4 ESV
On this Thanksgiving Day, I am thankful for all of it. Everything. Good times. Hard times. Health. Pain. Children. You promised eternal life and all that it entails. You are a promise keeper. The Promise Keeper. You gave me peace in a world of turmoil.
When the world is shaking, heaven stands. When my heart is breaking, I never leave your hand.
~ JJ Heller
Thank you! Thank you! THANK YOU!
“do not be anxious about anything, but in everything by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known to God. And the peace of God, which surpasses all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.”Philippians 4:6-7 ESV
What things do I still worry about? Sometimes I think I don’t even know I’m worrying because it’s become second nature. Things I chew on that seem ‘normal’ but are actually little nagging worries. Like, why do I care if people out there read the words I write? Or view the photos I post? Why do I care about being ‘known’ by people I’ll probably never meet on this side of heaven? I love you Jesus! Thanks for listening to me always.