I am sitting here in my sunny living room while the turkey is roasting, the sweet potatoes are simmering, and my mother-n-law is puttering in the kitchen preparing creamed spinach.
Today started with an early wake up, time in the word, coffee, a brisk trail run along the river bank with most of my family, coffee, chopping celery, onions (oh the tears), and parsley (oh the aroma) for stuffing, coffee, getting that big bird stuffed and in the oven, then the best coffee of the day, made by my barista son.
When Grason makes me coffee at home, he talks me thru the what and why of what he is doing. I tend to eyeball measurements, but not him. He uses my really old weight watchers scale to measure out 30g of fresh ground Honduras coffee while water boils on the stove. Everything is precisely measured and timed using his phone timer.
And I tell you, it is the most amazing coffee experience. It is worth all the extra time and attention to detail.
God is a lot like a great barista. There is no eye balling what He allows in our lives. His precise actions and leading gives us cause for great thankfulness.
It’s only right for my thanksgiving to be specific and detailed in response. Everything from the heavy stuff of life to the light hearted moments are by His design.
I called this unfiltered, but I really mean unedited. My two great editors, Jill and Cheryl, have the day off. Haha! I take full responsibility for any spelling mistakes, disjointed thoughts or too many words.
Gotta go take care of the bird and make gravy. Happy Thanksgiving!