I once read some fancy theological scholar lady who encouraged those of us busy with this chaotic life (read: all of us) to not do New Years Resolutions.
Instead, she encouraged us all to select just one word that would be our focus, our year’s MO, our heart’s striving for the upcoming 365 days.
Her examples included “peace,” “perseverance,” “polished.”
And other ones that didn’t start with the letter “p.”
I think I’m going to do that this Thanksgiving.
It’s not that I “don’t have anything to be thankful for.” There are people who feel that way.
It’s not found in the Hallmark aisle, but it’s a common sentiment for the season nonetheless.
It’s just that being thankful isn’t about a tidy check-marked and dog-eared task list (I have this, and this, and this, oh and this).
It’s about an attitude. It’s about a life. It’s about a choice.
I consider one of the Lord’s most blaring evidence of His love for us to be our God-given free will.
Ironically, in God’s economy (the things that matter to God) it’s not about the things, it’s about the choice.
God is transcendent. Qualities that are from Him have nothing to do with physical realities.
Thankfulness is a quality from the Lord.
Ergo, we can truly be thankful in all circumstances.
Sometimes, in conjunction with the Lord’s truth (the Bible), even more thankfulness can stem from seasons of what the world would declare thanksgiving bankruptcy.
But, only in Him.
So, back to my original point.
This year, my Thanksgiving word is “Little.”
I am thankful, so thankful, that my world is full of little.
We have little money.
Which causes us to rejoice in the turkey in the freezer just waiting to be cooked and dressed and passed around.
We have little importance (by the world’s standard).
I run a little bookstore. My husband is a stay-at-home with a little part-time job.
Which gives us rest and FIVE DAYS OFF to celebrate Thanksgiving.
Not one phone call from corporate to expect. Not one stressed out email to be sent.
Not one conference call to squeeze in.
And oh, the joy, the absolute joy (and hard) of being their mommy and daddy.
We’re running on little sleep.
Little feet squished in bed under covers.
Little plans. “Let’s go to the park!”
I am overwhelmed by the joys and the excitement and the fullness and the thankfulness of being little this year.
I am most thankful, for the little things.
Because Alan Jackson really did say it best on the subject:
It’s alright to be little-bitty
A little home town, or a big ol’ city
Might as well share, might as well smile
Life goes on for a little bitty while
What's your "Thanksgiving word?"