Turkey Day

Thanksgiving is coming up next week. This seems kind of odd since its 70 degrees outside. I’m not sure if you can properly kill and cook a turkey in this kind of weather. Don’t get me wrong, I love the warm weather (and dead turkeys). It’s nice to ride around with my car window down (note I said window since only 1 of my 4 windows actually works). It’s also nice since I can send my three kids out into the back yard to play and not worry about them freezing to death. That’s the joy of living in Georgia. It never rains and never gets cold (or at least not cold for very long). Speaking of rain let me pose a question to you: Shouldn’t the average rainfall in Georgia be on a steady decline? If we’ve been in a drought for as long as the news says we have wouldn’t we technically be out of the drought. At what point do you just say “This is the amount of rain we get”? Again, I’m not complaining. I mean when you only have one working car window and no air conditioning the lack of rain is actually a blessing. So back to my original point, Thanksgiving. Giving thanks has always been kind of hard for me. I have a lot to be thankful for, as do all of us. My problem is to actually figure out why I’m thankful for the thing I’m thankful for. Do you ever find yourself being thankful for something because you get something OUT of it? Shouldn’t our thankfulness be shown by what you put INTO something? I don’t’ know, maybe it’s just me, but all too often I find myself thankful for things or people I just use to get what I want. Or people of things that make me feel good about myself. By next Thursday I’m going to figure this out. I think I know the answer, but I don’t know if I want to admit to it. At any rate, in the end, turkeys will die, potatoes will be mashed and gravy made. All so I can sit down with friends and family and say how thankful I am. But again, I’m stuffing my face, which I am always thankful for. I just have to figure out how to stuff my heart with the same thankfulness.