For years I participated in a church Thanksgiving meal donation. Bags and bags of groceries were collected, sorted, and distributed and many area families benefited and counted on those donations to make ends meet. I loved the privilege of helping to provide the meals and I always, always felt like I was the one who was the most grateful at the end of the pickup night.
But now I am in a new church home and am serving and blessing in a different way. No less beneficial to the community, no less God-honoring, but different. And this year I felt just a twinge of greed as I assembled two kinds of potatoes, two kinds of stuffing, and gazed on an entire table devoted to breads, pies, and cakes. Our dining room table groaned under plates filled to overflowing and murmurs of "pass the butter" and "did you miss the green beans?" went around the perimeter like the aroma of the turkey.
I cringed when I went back for seconds. I felt so greedy. "Lord, am I selfish with my blessings? " I asked myself.
And then I looked around.
On one end of the table an infant snuggled in the safety of her mother's arms.
Young men made sure everyone was able to navigate the crowded room.
Sisters shared a look of satisfaction, knowing everything looked as good as it tasted.
And a son made sure his mother knew just how special her cornbread dressing was to him.
Yes, we had plenty to eat for Thanksgiving. But we also had plenty of love. Plenty of joy. And plenty of gratitude.
Don't be afraid to make memories with your family and with those who seem like family. Time spent around the table is fleeting- but the memories last forever. Invest. Unite. Bless. It's worth the effort.