Anne blogs at Front Porch, Inspired about surrendering everyday living for sacred purposes. She and her husband, Jay, are founders of a ministry called The Bridge, focusing on missional living and advocacy for youth in vulnerable places of life. She holds an MA in Teaching Languages (TESOL and Spanish) and is a lover of words and the Word, culture and communication. Jay and Anne have five kids, a front door that can’t stay closed, and an abundance of messy, holy chaos at their neighborhood center/home in Iowa – of all places.
The turkey and potatoes have been shoved
into used sour cream containers
and stacked in the refrigerator.
The family has smiled together
for pictures, packed their bags,
and headed back to routine.
It’s the week after Thanksgiving.
Just a few days ago,
we sat with family and friends
and renewed our commitment to be thankful.
We remembered the reasons we praise God,
the big ones and the little ones. We satisfied
our spirits and stomachs with abundance
and counted blessings.
And the fullness lingered for a day, maybe two.
Then, the leftovers disappear and
the pictures get buried on our newsfeeds.
But may there be more that lingers this year.
May the little things
and the warmth of family
be kept close.
May whispered thanks
overshadow the grumbles
May real joy
never traded off for the flashes
May simplicity be simply enough.
May thankfulness be an intentional action,
this giving of thanks,
in the midst real living and real
May we be
a thankful people,
a grateful people, and not just
with wounds and scars, joys and victories,
who determine to bat their way through
the heaviness in order to focus on the light,
day in and day out.
This year, may Thanksgiving last long and mark
a beginning of gratitude-clinging
for me and for you.
This year, may our hearts celebrate
that which cannot eaten up
or used up -
but the One who is worthy
of being lifted up –