Giving Thanks in November

Thanksgiving is coming. As I shop and make plans for preparing special dishes (the cornbread dressing everyone loves), I’m giving thanks for . . .

  1. Our children who are now adults, raising their children.
  2. The blessing of grandchildren. When my youngest grandson (nine months old) claps his hands, he brings smiles to all. It is a joy to attend the concerts of the older children. The music, their voices, the instruments are a gift.
  3. Friendships that have endured over the years. Recently I prayed with my friend for a complex medical problem. When she called with good news—answered prayer—we chatted. We laughed together over my mistaking her hand knitted dish cloth for a pot holder.
  4. Weekly prayer with the women in my Bible study group. Each week we share concerns and are blessed as we lift up prayer together.
  5.  New books at the public library. I recently read The Wedding Dress Sewing Circle by Jennifer Ryan. It is a WWII historical novel with a unique perspective. I learned that clothing was rationed in England. It was impossible to purchase a new wedding gown. So, a community of women came together to meet a need.

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By Carol

Carol is a follower of Jesus and a wife, mom & grandma. She worked for many years as a childbirth nurse and prenatal educator. She recently retired from clinical work. She has written articles for nursing journals and devotionals. Her novel, Aliisa's Letter, was published in 2010 and she is currently working on another project.


  1. You could have written my post, Carol. I’m thankful for so many of the things on your list…and will have to read the book. Loved your post. Have a blessed Thanksgiving!
    ~ Cindie, visiting from FMF #28

  2. Yes, Thanksgiving is a-coming,
    turkey day and football views,
    and partaking, we’re becoming
    passengers upon a cruise
    from the shore of gratitude,
    upon a sea of social norm
    on which thanks is a platitude,
    thought by some to be bad form.
    But perhaps not all is lost
    if each humbly bows his head,
    thinks not of the feasting’s cost
    but reflects upon, instead,
    those who would, if they were able
    dine on the scraps beneath the table.

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