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Thanksgiving Backwards, Forwards, and Now | Mary Biever | One Writing Mother

Thanksgiving Backwards, Forwards, and Now

I’m never alone when I’m cooking or knitting; if no one is there, I chat with God in continuous prayer. Those are the most inspirational moments of my life. This Thanksgiving, I’m overwhelmed with gratitude for what God has done, is doing, and will continue to do in my life.
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I think back on 20 years of Thanksgivings with Richard and those early years with new babies and toddlers.

Ten years ago Thanksgiving, we had just moved back into our home after a fire. We had a couch and folding chairs in our living room. Two small, borrowed tables of different heights were in our kitchen with tablecloths. Our new refrigerator was delivered on the Monday of Thanksgiving week.

I had planned to replace most of my kitchen equipment on Black Friday, so cooking dinner was an exercise in creative use of borrowed pots and pans.

Our kids, ages 5 and 7, enjoyed being home instead of our temporary apartment. My son had broken his arm after a failed attempt pretending to be Adam West doing the Batman Bat Climb up our backyard slide with a jump rope. I had just hit a buck a couple of days before  with my car and was waiting on it to be fixed.

But we were home together.


I’ve no idea what future years will bring. Our daughter leaves for college next fall. We don’t know whether she will be close to home or far away. This year, sometimes our large kitchen table is covered with food prep. Other times, it’s home base for a laptop and paperwork as my daughter completes college and scholarship applications.

Next year, at this time, we may be driving to a college to bring her home for Thanksgiving. Or she might venture from a local dorm to return home. As 1 of her former teachers told me last weekend, “She’s ready to spread her wings, go after her dreams, and soar. That means you did your job.”

As soon as she goes, we will begin the same journey of letting go with our son.

So our lives are on the cusp of change. God only knows where they will go or what they will do. This is our last Thanksgiving before the kids begin their own adventures.


Enough pondering. Time to enjoy the here, the now, and to savor these precious, fleeting moments.

It’s time to give thanks for my family, given to me by God, who have utterly transformed my life and given me more joy than I ever imagined possible.

The giving of thanks often happens in the celebration of the simple moments at home, with those I love, in the now.

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