Thanksgiving

I am always jolly in the morning. It's a condition I was born with. A condition where I rise to embrace the day, with a song on my lips. By noon, I find that my tide is receding. By about 5, I could go right to bed. This is what caffeine is for.
On these grand holidays, I find that my cheery disposition is not as unwelcome as on other days. People seem less inclined to bark at me when I am whistling a happy tune on Thanksgiving, Christmas, or Easter.
This morning I am cleaning and cooking. As are you, I would imagine. How do you find the time to read a blog?
Today my heart is full with wonder and Thanksgiving appropriate to the occasion. It's easy to rejoice with a feast and a table full of family.
I find that my list of blessings, though long, is not so much the cause of my joy. Don't get me wrong, I love my people and things. But people and things can vanish in a moment.
Unless I know the bracing joy of a God most complete, then my joy is a fragile thing. There is a joy which underpins the deepest sorrow. I hope that you know that kind of joy today, because that is the kind of joy (though costly) which enlarges one's heart. And our hearts must be enlarged before they can adequately contain the Love our God would give us.
That is why sorrow is a blessing.
I am so thankful today for the United States of America, my home. I am thankful for the people who surround me. I am thankful, even, for my stuff. I am thankful for the rich variety of sorrow, too, that God has gifted me with.
I am beyond thankful for my God. Both happiness and sorrow are His tools. What a mighty God is this Who can use all for His Good Purpose?
Happy day, friends.