We’re Having Turkey for Thanksgiving

Not exactly what I meant, but…okay.

With Thanksgiving just three days away, like most of us, I’m reflecting upon what I’m thankful for this year—my wonderful family, our health, all of you who read my blog,praying hands folded finishing novel #1 and starting novel #2, my church, friends, and most of all, my big God and his gift of salvation.

And, on November 23rd, as we bask in our blessings and the warmth of family and friends, I’d like to impart some of the Thanksgiving wisdom I’ve learned over the years:

Hug and kiss your family and friends, and not just when they arrive and leave.

Invite a lonely church member, neighbor, or friend to share Thanksgiving with your family. And when they ask if they can bring something, for heaven’s sakes, say “Yes!”

Count your blessings but not the calories–this is not a day to diet!

pumpkin-pie-1041330_960_720Snitch a piece of crisp skin while the turkey’s being carved. Yum!

Say yes to gravy and butter.

Add whipped cream to your pumpkin pie.

Watch “It’s the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown” and enjoy feeling like a kid again. (Normally, I would add “watch a football game,” especially since the Detroit Lions play every Thanksgiving afternoon. But, since I’ve had it up to here with the disrespect the players and league show our veterans and active service members, this year I’m altering my suggestion.)

Don’t freak out over spills.spill

If you’re hosting,  spent time with your guests and leave the dishes unwashed until everyone goes home.

Take a nap.

This Thanksgiving, my prayer for you, my readers, is that your table would overflow with God’s bountiful blessings and…

Hang on. Mr. Turkey wants to add one more thought to the above list:

Don’t gobble your food.thanksgiving dinner

Leave a comment with your Thanksgiving suggestions. I’d love to hear from you!

From Mr. Turkey and myself, Happy Thanksgiving! God bless you!


On Our Knees—Praying for Our Children’s Future Spouses

IMG_4102Yesterday was my wedding anniversary. And I have to say—my husband, Bruce, deserves a medal for putting up with me for twenty-nine years.

Or at least a red 1968 Corvette.

When I think about meeting my husband at college, I am so grateful to our big God for his grace and mercy. His grace—for bringing a good man into my life.

And his mercy—for bringing a Christian man into my life when I too young and stupid to care all that much if he was a Christian.

Although I grew up in a Christian home, I never gave much thought to the Bible’sdating teaching about being unequally yoked. In high school, I dated boys who were cute and fun without caring whether they had a relationship with God.

When I was a freshman at Grove City College in Pennsylvania, being a Christian finally made my perfect-college-guy list. But, I’m ashamed to admit, it ranked somewhere near the bottom. And it certainly never even dawned on me to pray for a Christian spouse. Of course, since Grove City is a Christian college, my chances of dating a Godly man were better than at a secular school. But, even at Grove City, many students were there for the excellent education and beautiful campus and had little interest in their faith.

And because being a Christian wasn’t my most important qualification for a future husband, I could have dated, fallen in love with, and possibly even married a man who wasn’t a Christian.

I still shudder when I think about it.

But, instead, God brought Bruce into my life. A Christian man who He knew would be a loving husband, wonderful father, and most importantly, a faithful follower of our Lord.

So, like I said, I often think about why God brought Bruce into my life at a time when I wasn’t even praying for a Christian man. And I’ve come to this conclusion—someone a lot wiser than I was praying for me and for Bruce.

praying handsActually, someones. I believe God was answering the prayers of our parents.

I know that Bruce’s parents prayed that he would find a Christian spouse. Both strong, committed Christians, they spent time on their knees asking God to give their son wisdom and guidance when choosing a lifelong partner.

As for my parents, they also wanted me to chose a Christian who would love the Lord and love their daughter. My father, a man with a quiet and deep love for his Lord, welcomed Bruce with warm acceptance the first time I brought him home. And it gave me joy to see his growing contentment and peace as Bruce and I dated, became engaged, and finally married.

My mother also loved Jesus with all her heart. Although I was never able to ask her if she prayed for my future spouse—she died of Leukemia right after my sophomore year in college—I have no doubt that she put my life in God’s hands and trusted him to bring a Christian man into my life.

The power of a parent praying for future Christian spouses for their children cannot be underestimated. And it’s never too early to start praying for our kids’ eventual prayingpartners in life. In this day and age, when young Christian men and women are harderpraying on your knees and harder to find, make no mistake about it—it will take an act of God for our children to find Christian people to marry. We need to be interceding for our children, asking God to guide them to men and women after his own heart.

Parents, it’s imperative that we get on our knees, pronto. The spouses our sons and daughters choose will have eternal ramifications for their faith, their children’s faith, and so on, throughout the generations. I am the perfect example of the power of that prayer.

So, on my anniversary, I want to say—thank you, parents, for your prayers.

Thank you, Bruce, for your love and unwavering faithfulness—for me and for God.

And to my big God—thank you for your everlasting love, for answered prayer, and for the gift of a man after your own heart.

Happy Anniversary, Bruce. I love you.