Thanksgiving

Thanksgiving
By: Dave Palcsak

I was sitting by myself at the local Diner, looking at my Thanksgiving dinner. My dad is 89 and I moved down to Florida to stay with him. It was a rough month leading up to Thanksgiving Day. Dad had just been released from the hospital for the second time in the previous two weeks on Wednesday night, before the holiday. Thanksgiving day, he was too weak and tired even to go out for a bite to eat.

I love Thanksgiving; family, food and football all in abundance on the same day. Not so much this year! I missed my daughters, I missed my grand kids. I missed my siblings and I missed my spiritual brothers and sisters. Suffice to say, I was pretty down and feeling sorry for myself. But then, I received what I firmly believe was a Word from the Lord.

“You left your air conditioned condo to get in your air conditioned car to drive to this air conditioned restaurant. You lifted not a finger to have this delicious dinner brought right to your comfortable table. You ate well yesterday and have every expectation that you will eat well again tomorrow…and you feel sorry for yourself?”

Brothers and sisters, I felt both humbled and excited at the same time. Psalm 40:17 says; But I am poor and needy; yet the Lord thinks upon me. You are my help and my deliverer. Do not delay, O my God.

The poor and needy part has nothing to do with material wealth. Most, if not all who read this, have plenty of stuff. What I learned from the Lord as I sat in that restaurant was this: Freely acknowledge and understand your many shortcomings while knowing that He is with you still. Run the race as best you can and know that the only way it works is if, as you run, you depend on Him to guide you. You can do nothing of yourself.

Blessings to all

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