The season of thanks.
The season of all things intentional.
Intentional look around. Look back. Recalling the gifts all around us.
The season of copying the tradition, year after year...
Sit around the table.
Share what He has done.
Dream about the future.
There's so much room for complaining, yet, this season we choose to silence those voices.
Whatever is pure.
Lovely.
Drink it in. It's not naivety. Don't believe the lie.
It's grace. It's true.
Our cup is much bigger these days. Laws can't hold us back. Love has come.
You were made for this, this Thanks Season.
Before the fish miracle, He did just that. Gave thanks.
Before the cross miracle, He did just that. Gave thanks.
He gave thanks for the very cup that represented His own blood.
I can't wrap my head around that one. The trust. The hope. The love.
And it's available for the taking. More. So much more.
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