I am sitting here staring blearily at my computer screen hoping that somehow clear thinking will emerge.  I woke up at 3:30 this morning (not by choice, gotta love bouts of insomnia…NOT) and am now operating a wee bit of a fog…okay so its more like pea soup. The irony of the fact that I am writing about thanksgiving when I really don’t feel it is not lost on me either. Le sigh.

Here in Canada, the Thanksgiving holiday weekend is just around the corner. It is a time for family, food and to focus on all those things that we are thankful for. Up here Thanksgiving always occurs on the second Monday of October, so the date changes every year.  Our Thanksgivng traditions don’t vary too much from our American neighbors; infact it is almost identical except we don’t do the whole pilgram/Mayflower thing.

I was talking to my parents about Thanksgiving, trying to come up with a funny story or some sort of memory, but came up empty.  You see, my parents are imigrants from the Netherlands and while they may have a day for thanksgiving it is not the holiday that it is here in Canada.  Having this holiday so entrenched into my upbringing and my national pride, this seemed odd to me, and it really brought to my attention that this is perhaps a holiday that is indigenous to North America.

Thinking about Thanksgiving this weekend,an old song from youth rang through my mind, “I will enter His gates with thanksgiving in my heart, I will enter His courts with praise. I will say this is the day that the Lord has made, I will rejoice for He has made me glad.”  Thanksgiving, Praise, Rejoicing – they seem to go hand in hand, don’t they? They are the keys to entering God’s presence, His court; the key to being able to sit at His feet. No, it’s not always easy; but if we but try, despite our circumstances, I think it is at that moment that we make room for God to come in close and move mightily on our behalf.

I love the holiday and I love the sentiment behind it.  Sitting around a table with loved ones and everyone saying what they are thankful for. It is a sacred moment in time. I sometimes think though, that Thanksgiving should be all year, or at least once a week.  You see it changes your perspective doesn’t it, when you declare what you are thankful for.  In the midst of trouble, finding something to be thankful for can be hard, but it can also be the silver lining to the situation, the reason to keep going.

Thanksgiving is my favorite, and I love it despite that huge bird that thousands eat this time of year. Yeah, you heard right, not a fan of the bird; though, I do cook a fantastic one, or so my hubby tells me. Because I love Thanksgiving, I wanted to celebrate it all week with different posts that may include recipes, memories, thoughts on the season.  And, because Thanksgiving is a holiday that is about family and friends I’ve asked a few of my friends, some old, some new, to help me in this endevour.  I wanted to introduce you to some people I hold dear, so stay tuned and help me welcome them as they share their traditions and their hearts.


  1. love this momma!

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