Attitude of Gratitude

“Always be joyful.  Pray continually, and give thanks whatever happens.  That is what God wants for you in Christ Jesus.”             I Thessalonians 5:16-18

This week is Thanksgiving and many will share a meal with family and friends.  At some tables, there will be an empty chair in memory of a loved one.  Some families will share memories and words of thanksgiving for their loved one.  The meal will be different than other years because of the empty chair.

The Thanksgiving meal has many traditional foods and memories of whom in the family prepared a certain dish each year.  Memories are as plentiful as the food.  My Aunt Esta always made minced meat pie for my dad.  It is one pie that will never touch my lips!! 

For some, the day is long and lonely because of the loss of family and friends.  For others, the loneliness involves the distance of family whether in miles or emotions.  Others will serve those in need today or share a meal with extended church family and friends.  Still others will spend the day alone with their memories, pain, and loneliness.

Memories flood my mind of past Thanksgiving meals.  As a child, I spent the day with my parents, siblings, aunt and uncle and cousins.  Lots of food and conversation.  It seemed like we ate all afternoon and then had to drive home and care for all the farm animals.  As an adult, I have shared the meal with a variety of church family and friends.  Many times, my husband, Dave and I ate with the Ricket family on Thanksgiving Day and then had a family meal with his children and grandchildren on another day of the week.

Traditions are part of our lives but when there has been a death, we re-evaluate traditions.  Some stay and some are so connected to our loved ones that they die with them.  It becomes too difficult to continue because the tradition was who our loved one was.

The one constant with Thanksgiving is being thankful.  We are blessed in so many ways.  I remember a song from Sunday School – “Count Your Blessings.”  Some of the words were – “Count your blessings, name them one by one.  Count your many blessings and see what the Lord has done.”

When we grieve and feel the emptiness from loss, it is difficult to see the blessings of life and be thankful.  As I have walked this journey of grief, I have begun to give thanks for the life of my husband, Dave.  I am grateful God brought us together and we walked the path of life and love together.  I am stronger and farther down the path because of our marriage and life together.  I give thanks for my parents, my Grandma, other family and friends who have died and are now in Heaven.  I am grateful they lived and that they loved me and I loved them.  I appreciate the impact they made on my life and what I learned from them and the foundation of faith given to me.

My Grandma, Ruth Clinger, had an attitude of gratitude.  She was thankful even for her aches and pains of life she said because at least she had the ability to feel them.  At age 95, she was thankful to move into a nursing home because God had given her a new gift, to minister to the “old” people in the home.

The “Clinger Clan” will gather to celebrate a meal this week, and we will remember our Grandparents and Parents who are not physically with us.  But they are the foundation of our family and faith.  We will pray and thank God for their lives, influence and be grateful they lived.

Gratitude is not based on how good our situation is but on finding the blessings in the situation.  We may not be able to change our situation, but we can change our attitude toward it.  Look for good moments in each day and on the journey of grief.  Find simple pleasures and be grateful for these little things. Speak your thanksgiving aloud.  It will help you recognize it.

Be grateful for tears.  God created the tears to express our emotions.  Tears are a cleansing of the soul.  Be grateful for the emotions that can be released.  Be grateful for the gift of love.  We grieve because we have loved.  Be thankful even when you don’t feel like it.

Today, I am thankful for the cardinal that comes and sits on a tree branch outside my window.  It reminds me of my husband, Dave.  He is with me and his spirit of love will never leave me.  It is a blessing from God.  I am thankful for God’s presence and comfort in my life.  God walks with me and sometimes carries me on this journey of grief. 

God will give you peace in the midst of the grief and walk beside you.  Just hold God’s hand and say “Thank you.”