Happy Thanksgiving
This year was not at all what I was hoping for. I had planned to cook Thanksgiving dinner for my family. I had gone to my mother's and gotten my grandmother's china. It was going to be the first time our dining set was gonna match. It was also the first turkey, unassisted by my sister in law, that I was going to cook. I had an awesome dinner planned! But plans don't always go ahead, sometimes life throws you a curveball. This year there was no Turkey, no stuffing, no sweet potatoes, green bean casserole, or pumpkin pie. We, as in my entire family has an unrelenting virus, one that has been attacking us for over a week, this is absolutely draining.
But as I mentioned plans are not concrete, they are subject to change, as it was with the first Thanksgiving. Bless and thank the Lord or we would not have had this wonderful American holiday. The Separatists that came to Cape Cod aboard the Mayflower the winter of 1620, had lost about half of their company by the spring from sickness. The remaining settlers continued battling fatigue and hunger, the elements and the Indians while building their settlement. With little to none provisions left by the following fall they eagerly kept watch for the next ship to come that carried their greatly needed supply. Meanwhile, they befriended some of the neighboring Indians who taught the settlers about the land, and a good deal about hunting, fishing, and trapping. Soon the awaited ship arrived, but empty-handed! Nothing promised was delivered. And they face another harsh and hungry winter. But they did not panic, for they trusted their great and mighty God. "Look at the birds of the air, they do not reap or sow or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not more valuable than they?"
But as I mentioned plans are not concrete, they are subject to change, as it was with the first Thanksgiving. Bless and thank the Lord or we would not have had this wonderful American holiday. The Separatists that came to Cape Cod aboard the Mayflower the winter of 1620, had lost about half of their company by the spring from sickness. The remaining settlers continued battling fatigue and hunger, the elements and the Indians while building their settlement. With little to none provisions left by the following fall they eagerly kept watch for the next ship to come that carried their greatly needed supply. Meanwhile, they befriended some of the neighboring Indians who taught the settlers about the land, and a good deal about hunting, fishing, and trapping. Soon the awaited ship arrived, but empty-handed! Nothing promised was delivered. And they face another harsh and hungry winter. But they did not panic, for they trusted their great and mighty God. "Look at the birds of the air, they do not reap or sow or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not more valuable than they?"
That same Fall their Indian friends took hunting some of the Englishmen and returned with an abundance of game birds. They were also given corn for seeding in the spring and to mill into flour/meal for the winter, so much food was presented overall, that the settlers threw a great feast, inviting their Indian friends who loved to both eat and party, the feast of Thanksgiving lasted three days.
Thank the Lord for their provision.
Thank the Lord that he raised up men and women of strong faith, fortitude, and courage.
I love this holiday, not only for the blessed meal...weather that be game hens and cornmeal pudding, turkey and stuffing or chicken soup to nurse a sick brood but for a God so mighty that his hand stays on and holds fast those that love him.
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