Yesterday was one of those days.

The cherry pie filling didn’t thicken, the pumpkin filling spilled as I was putting it in the oven, the streusel on top of the apple pie burned. And my heart was anxious and heavy.

Though I’ve had over 60 years of happy memories, somehow thoughts of Marissa’s last Thanksgiving are what came and sat with me. I cannot explain this visitor, and I cannot wish her away. But I can invite other thoughts in. I can speak truth to myself.

I welcome God’s words and promises. He surrounds me with lovingkindness. His Spirit testifies that He is good and reminds me of a thousand works of blessing. A thousand graces.

He lifts my heart to praise.

So if on this Thanksgiving day, you find grief sitting with you, invite truth to sit alongside her. Settle in with remembering all He is, all He has given. All He has done, all He will do.

Sing a song of deliverance!

Psalm 32:7 You are my hiding place; You keep me from trouble; You surround me with songs of deliverance. Selah

Happy Thanksgiving–I’m off to make some pies!