It used to be hard celebrating Thanksgiving after my husband suddenly moved to heaven. His birthday was also the 27th, Double whammy.

We shared cooking and celebrating with family that day. He had his favorite recipes. He grilled or deep fried the best turkey. We also had a turducken. After my parents both died, we celebrated with our son.

The first year after he moved, I had no plans. I didn’t want any and I was fine with that. Just me and God. It’s all I wanted.

Son was having none of that. He popped by the house bringing me two turkeys. He couldn’t stand me not celebrating with good food. 

I went to the store and found some delicious frozen cornbread dressing so close tasting to what I made (Savannah Classics). Along with sweet potato casserole and potatoes. 

Last year son surprised me with a Prime Rib dinner (that came with Savannah Classics) from Kroger. Prime Rib is my favorite so it made the day even more special in a different way.

But by then I had my head on straight. God had finally gotten it across to me (after that first year). Thanksgiving isn’t about the food or his birthday. It isn’t about turkey or dressing. It isn’t about things.

Thanksgiving is about celebrating God. It is about His goodness to us, no matter what country you’re from. 

Since Leland moved, God has proven to me over and over how much He loves me. How much He will take care of me. 

I’ve always had enough food. I’ve always been able to pay the rent and bills. He’s made a way for everything in my life.

He’s became a living scripture for me – like Philippians 4:19 – My God shall supply all your (my) need according to His riches in glory by Christ Jesus. 

God has made ways where there seemed to be no way. He’s sustained me and taken such good care of me. He has given my son and I an even better relationship. He blessed me with such precious friends. He has given me hope for a good future. He loves me and wants only good for me.

How can I not give thanks? 

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