Last night we had our annual Mayflower Dinner as we cuddled up in blankets in the coldest, darkest part of our house (the basement fruit room) to listen to Daddy read by candlelight from Margaret Pumphrey's book "Stories of the Pilgrims." As an ocean sounds cd played in the background, the kids ate dried beef and learned about the pilgrims--their tenacity, perseverance and deep faith in the One True God. Those people desired better lives, not just for themselves, but for their children and childrens' children. They were willing to sacrifice mightily (even unto death) to achieve that desire, always giving thanks to God for His providence and care, not matter what befell them (good or ill). Amazing. What dynamic and real faith in the Lord Jesus Christ. What a spiritual heritage those first men and women left us.
Today we're headed "over the river and through the woods" (or across town, anyway) to Grandma and Grandpa's for a Thanksgiving Feast. All sixteen cousins will be in attendance and a thirty three pound freshly butchered turkey will be in the oven. Even though this past year has held various trials for many of us, we will all give thanks to the Almighty God for the many blessings He has lavished on each of us as we gather around the bounteous Thanksgiving table.
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