Pardon My Lame Excuse.

Pardon me for being so lazy in posting this week. But for a minute there I completely forgot it was Thanksgiving.

I forgot what it was about.

I forgot what it was for.

I forgot how to give it.

You see, I moved this past summer and I have just been so...
Okay, the truth is, I moved almost four months ago. The boxes are unpacked and we are receiving our mail. Our house, though small, is beyond perfect for us. It looks like us and smells like us. The screen door is always banging against the frame because someone is always stopping by for a movie or tacos. Or just to talk. Our home is welcoming and warm. It provides comfort and love as well as shelter and warmth. Therefore, I have no excuse.

However, I do have two kids...
Yeah, I'm gonna stop right there. Lots more people have lots more kids. Besides, mine are healthy, happy and whole. They sleep through the night and take a 2 hour nap a day. They eat their green beans and when they fight nothing bleeds or has to be stitched up. They both walk without assistance and have a healthy set of lungs on them. They call me "mama" and I call them "blessings." Therefore, I have no excuse.

The AG has been working a lot...
Does that count for something? Would that serve as a good excuse to my laziness? My apathy? Maybe not. Maybe I should stop right there and think about this time last year. When our hearts were unsettled and our minds were racing, God had something new for us - but what? And now, one year later here we are. In a job he loves and feels good about. A job that provides insurance and a paycheck. And I feel blessed to have both in this day and age. So again, no excuse.

Of course with all this family around me I feel like I barely have a moment to...
Okay, let's not even go there. I spent the last 15 years of my life wondering where we would spend Thanksgiving and how in the world we would afford to get there. I think I cried every single holiday season I missed them all so much. And today, well, today I spent the afternoon cooking in the kitchen with my mom and my Granny. I know where to buy the best black pepper (from a black lady who lives in a log cabin, hmmmm) and why a lady we know, who recently got married, couldn't find a man for 47 years. I tasted their dishes and they tasted mine (and then added more salt). I wouldn't have traded a minute of it. Therefore, no excuse will work.

So what is my excuse? I don't have one.

I am selfish.

I am spoiled.

I am lazy.

And I am embarrassed.

And so today, one day before Thanksgiving, I think of this song. And find myself in every line. How about you?







I hope this Thanksgiving you lay aside every excuse, and remember that you are loved.
I'm thankful for that.