Opening Post

Thanksgiving Thoughts

This past Thanksgiving I had a rude awakening and had some startling insights into myself.

Each Thanksgiving and Christmas, we take turns in my husband’s family having the holiday dinner at our house and having everyone over. This Thanksgiving it was his Uncle Roy and Aunt Cheryl’s turn.

Well, not only did they not have it at their house, and not only did they not have it at their church as they have in the past, but they had it at someone else’s church entirely!

I have to admit, I copped an attitude. See, the reason they won’t have it at their house is that Cheryl doesn’t want anyone to come over. She says that she has boxes everywhere. Well, first of all, she has been saying that for years, and second of all, why doesn’t she move them? I’m sorry, but I just think that’s an excuse. The other excuse I heard is that she doesn’t want to clean up after everyone, but that’s not valid either, because we all clean up afterwards (I know, because we had Christmas at my house last year, and after you couldn’t even tell that anyone had been there!).

Needless to say, this attitude prevented me from enjoying the Thanksgiving dinner with my husband’s family, even though it was at a church I’d never been at before, and wasn’t anyone in the family’s church.

But here’s where I got convicted: Thanksgiving is just that – a day of thanks giving. And I was nowhere near that.

Instead of having an attitude against Cheryl and her “banning” everyone from her house, I should have been grateful that they at least provided a nice, warm place for us to have our dinner. And I should have been grateful that we had (more than enough) food to eat. And I should have been grateful that everyone was healthy, especially my husband’s 94-year-old grandmother. I just should have been grateful.

If I had any attitude at all, it should have been an “attitude of gratitude.”

Now, I am grateful for all that and more. And I am grateful that I wasn’t in a bipolar episode, either. So things could have been much, much worse.

There have been other years when the holidays were awful for me, struggling with my bipolar disorder terribly, where I was a mess.

So today I am grateful. I am grateful for family and friends. I am grateful for stability and sobriety. I am grateful for a God who loves me.

Wishing you joy and stability,

Remember God loves you and so do I,

Michele

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