. . . the remains of the Thanksgiving turkey sat already sliced along side cranberry sauce and stuffing, ready for sandwiches if we ever get hungry again. Earlier we’d shared a quiet meal, just immediate family, as extended family live far away. I drove my son to a friends home, where he’d been invited to share in a fabulous desert his friend’s mom prepared for their Thanksgiving supper. On the drive home I realized my own thankfulness.

Thoughts rattled through my mind of my own high school visit to girl’s home during a holiday. Charlene. She eventually became my first girl friend. I remember that she liked Elvis Presley, had an older brother who’d raced motorcycles. Charlene was a year older, could drive, and had a blue Cadillac. She was sweet and her parents were kind to me. One time when I was visiting her, brother said something or other, to which Charlene said to me, “Don’t mind him, his nose is out of joint.” I said something about no wonder he’s upset if his nose is broken. She laughed. Then gently explained that an out-of-joint nose meant–bad mood. That was a long time ago. I was young. I was immature. I remember there was a song that I liked, that I shared with Charlene, about following a rainbow, following dreams. She asked me if I wanted to follow some rainbow somewhere. I guess I did. We broke up. Eventually I followed the elusive rainbow and discovered there’s no pot at the end of the rainbow, just a rusty kettle, an empty, rusty kettle. It’s so very easy for me to spend moments wallowing in regrets for what i perceive of as bad choices I’ve made. Yet last night, I remembered so fondly G-d’s gift of knowing Charlene, who had invited me to her house one holiday when I was home from military academy, who became someone very special in my life, though she may not have realized it, and whom I hurt just because I was me, am me.

So last night, alone on the drive back home, I found thankfulness in within myself for the true bounty of the Lord’s work in me, in life. I thought how totally blessed I’ve been despite many wrong turns, blind alley ways, dead end streets, I have thought my life’s path has taken. There have been many things I’ve done, many roles I’ve filled. In all, and through all, whether or not I listened, the still voice of G-d spoke to me through His Spirit. The Lord, my G-d, our G-d, has loved me through all my wanderings, meanderings, and loves me yet. And G-d. . .

. . .knoweth the way that I take: when he hath tried me, I shall come forth as gold.

Job 23:10

This morning, early, I am at peace feeling surrounded, encompassed by the grace our Heavenly Father extended to me through His Son, our Savior, our Lord, Y’shuaJesus, in the power of the Holy Spirit. I am blessed, not because of what I’ve done, but because of all the Y’shuaJesus did on my behave. And it is through Y’shuaJesus that I am sealed, my name being written in the Book of Life. Praise the Name of the Lord, Y’shua!

Thank You, Lord.

Lord Bless, Keep, Shine. . .