When I think of the holiday Thanksgiving, besides being thankful, I also think of turkey. These wild turkey’s grace my yard at least once a week, and usually more than that.
Getting back to being thankful… I found this poem written by Ralph Gaither (written while a POW in North Vietnam) to very humbling to me.
I thank Thee, Lord, for the blessings, big and small; For spring’s warm glow and songbird’s welcome call; For autumn’s hue and winter’s white snow shawl.
I thank Thee for the harvest rich with grain; For tall trees and the quiet shadowed lane; For rushing stream, for the birds that love to fly; My country’s land, the mountains and the plain.
I thank Thee for each sunset in the sky.
For sleepy nights, the bed in which I lie; A life of truth and peace; a woman’s hand, Her hand in mine until the day I die.
I thank Thee, Lord for all these things above; But most of all I thank Thee for Thy Love.
Have a wonderful Thanksgiving, Teri :-