On a Thanksgiving weekend on a farm in Canada, we gather pumpkins from our patch by the barn, the seeds we planted in May swollen into orange suns of summer.
And we pile the wagon high, too high, and the geese fly over, black arrows renting sky, season’s war cry before winter, and a Farmer Father, closing barn door behind him, offers muscle power. Children cheer.
And when yet another harvest globe rolls off top, off back of the wagon, and I bend for the stem, for the blessing overflowing, I know but this.
Thanks is never for the things. Thanks is for His touch.
That gifts have no significance in and of themselves. Gifts only have meaning in that they trace the outline of God’s heart.
When everyday is thanksgiving day, earth’s heart fuses with heaven’s.
We haul in the love yield, ready to make pie.
endless gifts … His caresses: #1190- #1202
When we know
what we really are
and who He
doesn’t it happen
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Margaret at Fraise Lachrymose
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Shaunie at Up the Sunbeam
Cory at Searching for God in the Everyday
Dianne at Everything Else Thrown In
Heather at Goggles and Grace
Tricia at Hodge Podge Mom
Kathleen at Sunshine on My Shoulders
The Simple Nest
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