Thankfulness has little to do with what I own.

Thankfulness is more than spending the 18 hours that it normally takes a person to plan, prepare, and serve a Thanksgiving meal.

Being thankful is when I look into my life, at the blessings that I have been bestowed, and I take the time to cultivate a grateful heart.

It’s when I offer up thanksgiving for my needs being met, more than most fanciful desires.

Being thankful creates a compassionate heart, and helps one realize that nothing that we have is ours alone.

“The bread that is spoiling in your house belongs to the hungry. The shoes that are mildewing under your bed belong to those who have none. The clothes stored away in your trunk belong to those who are naked. The money that depreciates in your treasury belongs to the poor.”
(St. Basil the Great, the fourth-century Bishop of Caesarea)

My prayer this Thanksgiving is that this day will be more than a holiday.

That it will be a way of life.

That in being thankful we will gain a new perspective, giving us a tender heart and an ability to see the needs of others, and the courage to reach out.

(On a lighter note, I’m thankful that our family actually had a fun time taking these pictures last weekend. There was no yelling or trying to get the perfect pose – do you suppose it’s because our kids are growing up? Oh, and I’m thankful for our pets. They bring our family great joy – Haggis, Filly and Hobbes.)