This chair bids me sit in it. I have to pass it when arising from my bed in the morning. I have to pass it when getting clothes into and out of my dresser. I can see it as I come up the stairs and look down the hallway through the open door of my bedroom. It is my Thanksgiving chair. It is there to remind me over and over again throughout the day to sit a moment and just give thanks. Well, I am better at sitting there and giving thanks for the good, warm fuzzy things and situations in my life, but I have been challenged to go sit there when I receive bad news, have a headache, experience frustration, have eaten too much or think my husband should be more sensitive. This chair never moves. It is always ready to have me sit between its arms and receive my thank you’s. I am ready to do so when I am excited and happy and joyful. I am not ready to do so when I am angry and disappointed and sullen. I am learning to go no matter how I feel. The chair is helping me to change my attitude about thanksgiving. I am learning that giving thanks no matter what, changes me. A sullen, cranky, miserable, hopeless Dawn becomes an excited, cheerful, happy, hopeful Dawn in the chair through thanksgiving. The chair is not magic, but it sparks obedience to be thankful in all things. When I am obedient, Jesus can work miracles in me. It’s going to be an extra Merry Christmas this year and an especially Happy New Year. This year is going to be the year Emmanual, God with me. I am thankful
#926 for the re-elected President of the United States. God is working out His purposes on the earth.
#927 for poetry that says just what I want to say, so poetically.
#928 for a grandson who dressed fast (including matching his socks) when told he could talk to Mamie on the phone if he hurried.
#929 for sisters who made my birthday fabulous.
#930 for the experiences of the past year that readied me to care for countless others.
#931 for Truth so clear that others can see its fruit after 42 years of living it and want to have it, too.
#932 for my husband’s churches who give Him the motivation to keep fighting His pain.
#933 for my husband’s pain that makes Him so very sensitive to the needs of others.
#934 for my son and grand-daughter ready for their short-term mission in Haiti.
#935 for finally having medical coverage for #24.00 every two weeks instead of $500.00 per month.
#936 for not being able to get to the dentist for a month to get a broken tooth fixed and finding out the delay enabled my dental insurance to pay bill.
#937 for the insurance company rejecting payment for my husband’s $1000.00 per month prescription medication. (Paul says to be thankful in everything. We’ll see where this takes us!)
#938 for burning candles.
#939 for Christmas cards in the mail.
#940 for taking a shower with my little hospice dog and how the warm water soothed him.
#941 for how my mother and her husband make dozens and dozens of cookies and give them out for everyone to enjoy.
#942 for my mother’s husband going to a blood doctor on Friday to see why his blood doesn’t look normal. Terry loves the Lord and is taking Him with him.
#943 for books that connect my son to the Lord.
#944 that my daughter has a good boss.
#945 for days off from work to write down my list.
#946 for a grandson who made his Mamie a beaded bracelet and ring for her birthday.
#947 for rain (and snow).
#948 for the time of waiting for heaven to come down to earth in the form of a baby.
Emmanuel, God with us,