We'd have our thanksgiving party outside, that way we could be more cognisant of nature, of being thankful for trees, for birdsong and cloud-adorned skies.
I loved the potluck thanksgiving party, that aroma of freshly baked pies and stews. Someone would be on the piano while an over-excited new puppy would be doing the rounds, eating whatever tumbled from plates. The chatter would rise and fall, every few moments there would be laughter. It was the kind of occasion most aren't aware that they're truly enjoying, yet look back at in warm nostalgia.
The thanksgiving party in these rural parts is to show our appreciation to both God and to the farming folk. For they are the ones who make it possible for God to bless us with the harvest.
In our thanksgiving party we watered the roots of our faith, of love and the joy of giving to others. How else can God bring blessings to all yet through the arms He gave us?
A thanksgiving party was different from most thought of as thanksgiving, it wasn't only about giving thanks for what you had, yet also about being thankful for being blessed enough to give to others. The party was about planning the charity we'd be doing as a family, and as a community, in the year ahead. It was about showing our creator through our deeds that we knew how to love our fellow humans and all of His creation.
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