Growing older still amazes me…. I am in no way enamored with it, but there is a certain amount of knowledge and wisdom that comes with aging that makes it somewhat palatable.
Thanksgiving has always meant a great deal to me. When I was young it was my favorite time to travel down Route 201 and head to Boons Camp. At my Grandmother’s (Mamaw) house awaited great food, cousins, and the yearly trip “back on the hill”. It was and is my favorite time to go to Mamaw’s. The thing about this day was always family to me, not that the meaning of the day escaped me, but youth prevented my true appreciation of the day.
With a very little of that wisdom and knowledge kicking in, I’m starting to appreciate the significance of Thanksgiving a little more. I have not been on this earth very long, but I have plenty to be thankful for…
God has blessed me with an amazing, extraordinary, beautiful partner, my wife Rhonda. For those who know the story, Rhonda and I were steered towards each other by the events of life as directed by the Lord himself. I truly thank God for her, definitely my better half!
God has also blessed me with two amazing parents. I grew up in a house were the two people in charge loved each other, loved me, and loved God. They brought me up in a wonderful church, corrected me when I was wrong, praised me when I was right, and accepted me for who I am (or was at any given time growing up, e.g. Sherlock Holmes, a Ninja, Indiana Jones, etc.)
I have a sister that is dearer to me than I can express. She is an amazing woman who married a good man. Erin is a giving soul. She is passionate about her family and her faith. And she’s as stubborn as her Father and Grandmother. I wouldn’t have her any other way.
I grew up a stone’s throw from two of the greatest people I’ve every known, John and Aurilla Crosson. My maternal Grandparents, were two people who gave up security and a home to follow where God lead them. Missionaries for fifty-five years, these two people touched more people in the name of our Lord Jesus Christ than I can count. They taught me that life is not a path of have and have not, but a path of give and live. They also taught me that faith in God is not only the most important thing, but the most vital sustaining part of life.
By the grace of God I have a family that I can proudly say is my own. As I said before, the folks that congregate in Boons Camp a few times a year are my family. When you say “my family” to yourself you know who comes to mind. these people are who come to mind for me and they mean more to me than they will ever know. They are so much a part of who I’ve become and part of the experiences and lessons I draw on from life.
Early this year Rhonda and I had quite a scare…. Our cat, Alex, had a pretty severe health crisis. Thankfully he is fine and doing quite well for 16!
A number of years ago I spent the two most terrifying hours of my life with twenty-two fellow classmates wondering if any of us would leave Room 108 at East Carter High School. This experience changed me in more ways than I can explain, but I thank God for it. There are things about my life that would not have happened if not for the events of January 18, 1993. I hate many of the ways I am because of it, but I would not give up the number of things that I gained. I am thankful for the aftermath and my safety.
God has blessed my with a roof over my head, a good job, a mode of transport, good friends, and an abundance of opportunities that I enjoy everyday. He has blessed me with various talents and skills. He has given me a history and a future.
Thanksgiving is more than a day to eat turkey and watch football (although both are very important). It is a day to reflect on life and its blessings. It is a time to be grateful for your past and hopeful for the future. On this day I chose to sum up my brief ramblings with this single, simple phrase… Thank You dear Lord, Thank You.
Happy Thanksgiving Everyone.