In a far field a farmer drives his tractor across the hard, barren soil, dust plume trailing behind.
How quickly the winter comes, the whole world brown and withered, not a sign of spring in sight.
The emphasis of course is on the thanks this season, but I wonder if it shouldn’t be on the giving, since only when we are empty and exposed can we know the blessing of the bounty.
Every harvest starts with a desolate wild.
Spring comes like hope, in the nick of time.
And thanks always follows the giving.
Have a blessed Thanksgiving, dear reader.
“But I will rejoice even if I lose my life, pouring it out like a liquid offering to God, just like your faithful service is an offering to God. And I want all of you to share that joy…” ~Philippians 2:17 NLT