I've often wondered why we select one day of the year to be thankful. Yet some years it has made sense to me. When bogged down in sadness or anger, it can be difficult if not impossible to see any light. There can seem very little to be thankful for. But God does have His way. At almost 40 I've finally realized there is little sense in trying to figure out the how, when or why. I'm just grateful that my dreams are coming true now. Yesterday was a lesson to get me to today.
Holly sent us the most beautiful message. It was a holiday wish, but more than that, it was a reminder that this time next year we will have an extra seat at the table. She said that she is thankful for us, and that means more than I can say. We are so incredibly thankful for her, her courage and compassion too.
Today the country is in a state of unrest. Fighting and riots, emotional turmoil. I hope somehow peace will find its way back. I pray that our baby can grow up in a world of kindness. I know that's a tall order. Still, we will do our very best to make sure that at least her immediate world is filled with love. Hate begets hate. Violence begets violence. Nothing is ever solved that way. Yet despite this noise, I am filled with gratitude and hope for the future.
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