This weeks prompt: Thank You
This week we gathered in homes, wrote our thanks and spoke them out, made lists of blessings on paper shaped like fall leaves, sent praise to heaven as we gathered. And I mourned a little bit. I’ve been absent from this blog since last week, which also happens to be the 2 year anniversary since my father passed away. I just didn’t have words to share.
I’m not raw, the torn flesh sort of searing pain that comes with sudden death. The phone call and the sucked in breathe, exploding lungs and tears and shrieks. There was none of that when he passed away, it was years in the making, and I was there when the nurses leaned in close, listening for breath as we held ours. He was gone. But we had known that for days. He wasn’t coming back from this.
And yet, there is a grief that lingers, that pops up with tears brimming at the sight of the oysters on sale in the crumpled Thanksgiving flyer. The oysters that he loved. Or at the pin of the elephant wearing pants that he might have sent in an email had he stumbled across it first. He would have gotten a kick out of that and shared it with me. I could see it becoming his avatar. I would’ve rolled my eyes and smiled.
It might have become one of our inside family jokes. We had so many of them. One line and all of us would be cracking up. We had history. And history and humor make for good memories. Sometimes grief is a smile as we remember and sometimes it is tears.
We believe. We know a God who saves, who gathers the weak from hospice beds and carries them home.
So this week was a remembrance of that grace. And a reminder as I count the blessings of my daughters grin stretching long across her face, devoid of her two front teeth, my son’s olive fingers wiggling at the table or my oldest son’s arm slung around me as we now see eye to eye, his height soon to surpass my own, my husband’s firm hand encircling mine like home, my mother’s friendship and her overestimating the amount of green bean casserole we would need resulting in yummy leftovers, my in laws home as wide open as their hearts and of course the stuffing, which was placed right by my seat at the table and is my favorite thing about Thanksgiving dinner.
These are grace upon grace, Simple and profound and yet, these things are nothing in light of what He has done for us. What God has prepared for those who love Him. I think of this as we remember my dad, of a feast prepared, the table set, the glory of God revealed.
And I say Thank You.
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