It is Thanksgiving weekend here in Canada. I woke up this morning with the same anticipation I feel about Christmas: one more sleep until our big family meal! But it is not just the calendar that has me thinking about gratitude – I have been a little bit haunted by the topic for the last month or so, ever since the blessing for a meal knocked my socks off.
Matt and I were having lunch with a friend/mentor of his, and it was only a last-minute thing that I was even there, but obviously God wasn’t going to let it go to waste! As we bowed our heads over takeout salad, our friend prayed, “Heavenly Father, thank you for calling us to ministry…”
I’m sure he blessed the food as well, but that is not what has echoed in my mind and heart for weeks. I was stopped cold and convicted and confused because I don’t think I’ve ever thanked God for calling me or my family into ministry. I always figured it was one of those things where God asks you to do something and you agree, and then you’re partners, and you feel good about “answering the call,” and sometimes it’s hard but you get through it. Continue reading “Gratitude”