Thanksgiving week can be a busy one for a lot of us. We’re trying to cram 5 days of work into 3. We’re loading up suitcases and cars to head out to visit family. And if we’re hosting Thanksgiving, we have to clean, organize, shop, and cook…cook…COOK (let this serve as a reminder to get your turkey out to thaw now). In between all of our hustle and bustle, let’s not forget to take time to reflect on all the blessings the Lord has lavished upon us this past year.
Some of our most favorite posts on the blog last year were from a lot of authors who shared what they were thankful for. As my cousin David says, "If you do something once and you like it, it now becomes a tradition." So, in keeping up with tradition, we have authors stopping by this week to share what they are thankful for this Thanksgiving season.

I'm thankful for the people God has put in my life. A husband who loves and adores me. Parents who were strict, Godly, and gave me such confidence. Our children who have each chosen such different paths and all make me so proud. The friends who I can turn to any time regarding anything. A sister who is patient and still one of my closest friends. And I'm grateful to have a job that challenges me, rewards me, and allows me to share the miracle of God's grace. – Vanetta Chapman, author of Falling to Pieces

Thanksgiving is such a rich word. It combines two of the most wonderful things we can do – thanks and giving. Doesn’t that sum up a lot of what the Christian life is all about? Every year during the Thanksgiving season I think about the original celebration and touch in my imagination the appreciation the Pilgrims felt for surviving another year in a New World and the generosity they enjoyed from their Native American neighbors. Fast forward to the present, and I try to bring that same attitude toward my family when we gather together. - Robert Whitlow, author of Water’s Edge

Life offers us rich beauty.
The joy of having our hearts touched so deeply it moves us, changes us, creates new hopes inside us. Moms, dads, daughters, sons, siblings, aunts, uncles, cousins, and friends. The list goes on of those who reach into our lives in concrete ways and create abstract splendor inside us. The ways we’re changed and moved because of those relationships is deep and often beyond easy description. And, in turn, we move those we love, sacrificially at times—maybe cheering loudly or correcting firmly, but always gently nudging them onward.
Life offers us rich beauty.
We soak in the greatness of majestic mountains and vast oceans, of budding trees flowering each spring to deep green foliage in the summer and to brilliant colors each fall. Rivers flow. Springs bubble. Brooks babble. Seeds are planted. Harvests are reaped. Needs are met. We set aside some of our abundance, thin as it may be, to share with those whose harvest was destroyed for reasons we don’t understand, knowing that we don’t have to comprehend anything more than that there is a need. The God who gives His love freely, who sacrificed greatly so that His love could flow to us, longs for us to let that love flow to others—the type of love that made a way to forgive us through His own sacrifice.
Life offers us rich beauty.
Fallen leaves twirl and whoosh across the yard. Sunlight streams golden rays through cloudy days, reminding us of God’s vast love that is always reaching toward us even on stormy days. Snow falls. Blanketing the earth in white and muffling the usual sounds of nature or man. It speaks of His ability to wash us white as snow, to quiet the noise of the world. And it begs us to take note of the gently falling specks that seem like nothing when caught in a hand or on a tongue, but a multitude of them grabs our attention and alters the course of daily lives. It’s that way with our prayers too. One may seem insignificant, but days and months and years of them will alter the course of our life and those of our loved ones.
Life offers us rich beauty.
Delicious aromas of feasts waft through our homes at various times, especially on holidays such as Thanksgiving. And we pause to remember the lives of those who were at the first Thanksgiving, the sacrifices they made to come to a new country, the battles they lost during difficult, unfamiliar times—hunting game in a foreign land, illnesses, harsh, unpredictable weather, and planting gardens in a land they had no history with. We remember the help God provided to strengthen them in their heartache and the assistance offered by natives who cared. And we’re stirred afresh to know that despite the numerous harsh difficulties, they did not fail to pass along faith and strength to the next generation.
Home is where we feed souls most often, a tradition passed down from one generation to the next. A kitchen table holds far more than bowls, plates, and platters filled with delicious foods. A sheltering place keeps the bodies of those we love warm and safe, but also does far more. That is where we nurture the next generation.
Life offers us rich beauty.
Let us not become so weary in the tough times that we forget to draw strength from Him who was and is and always will be, and share it with others who are hungry.
Galatians 6:9-10 says, “Let us not become weary in doing good, for at the proper time we will reap a harvest if we do not give up. Therefore, as we have opportunity, let us do good to all people, especially to those who belong to the family of believers.”
Happy Thanksgiving!
Cindy Woodsmall, author of The Christmas Singing

I’m so thankful for an intimate God, who from the dawn of creation, knew we needed Sabbath reminders of His nearness. During this season of thanks, even those having a casual acquaintance with Jesus talk freely of His goodness and concede His provision in their lives. I’m grateful for the winding—and sometimes difficult—roads that strengthen me in body, mind, and spirit; for an incredible husband, devout parents, and amazing daughters and sons-in-law. We’ve tasted the joys of grandparenting for the first time this year and are looking forward to more! But the over-arching blessing that gives strength and hope for each new day is the living, breathing Word of God. I’m so thankful for His Love Letter to us all. – Mesu Andrews, author of Love Amid the Ashes

I love Thanksgiving. Love it. Everything about it. The thigh-expanding food. The gathering of precious souls. The traditional watching of the original black and white version of Miracle on Thirty-Fourth Street. And really, what’s more special than everyone around the table expressing what they’re thankful for?
These last few years, though, with many people I love suffering from major medical events and reversals of fortune, I’ve tried to live in a state of gratitude, all the time. That means letting go of internal “stuff” I’m holding onto. Finding the small thing to be grateful for in the midst of a jaw-clenching situation. Praying “Thanks, God,” before I pray, “Please help, God.” Every day may not be the turkey-and-gravy Thanksgiving, but it can give us the hope that comes from gratefulness. – Nancy Rue, author of Unexpected Dismounts

This year I am especially thankful that I live within an hour of beloved parents and in-laws, siblings, and close friends. I am grateful for new friends who have accepted me into their supportive circle. I am grateful for kind neighbors and wise advisers and skilled caregivers. God has shown His tender love toward me again and again this year through the diverse and wonderful group of people I'm privileged to know. - Erin Healy, author of The Baker’s Wife

It’s been a trying year for many people I care about but God continues to shower us with his many blessings even during adversity—and for that I’m grateful. My heart is overwhelmed with gratitude for my dear loving husband, my wonderful family and many caring friends. I’m also grateful for my readers because without them I couldn’t be doing what I most love to do—tell my stories. Most of all I’m thankful for a strong connection to God, the shining light of hope and a faith that continues to grow. - Margaret Brownley, author of A Vision of Lucy

A Grateful Heart
We have a Thanksgiving tradition in our family that I love. We sit down to eat, say the Blessing, and then we go around the table and each person states what they are most grateful for this year. Even the youngest grandchild, who was two last year, participated. She was grateful for her Mommy and Daddy. That generated a lot of warm fuzzy feelings in all the adults—and a couple eye rolls from the older grandchildren.
Some things stated are ones you would expect at any Thanksgiving table. There is gratitude for family, jobs and homes. Gratitude for health and promotions and safety. Gratitude for enough food to eat and (I’m smiling as I write this) for chocolate milk.
But there is also gratitude stated for things you don’t expect. Sometimes these things are stated at the table, or before or afterward, and they are ones that remain in your mind forever. Things like a child comforting you after the loss of a parent—that their grand is with their other grandparents and those who’ve passed on and they’re all working for Jesus now. That happened the first Thanksgiving after my mother passed and her loss was so fresh and the empty chair at the table so stark. It’s been fourteen years, but to this day when I envision my mother, it’s of her doing some work for Jesus.
I remember the Thanksgiving right after people had been forced from their homes in Kosovo. They were robbed of home, family and all they had and banished. Standing out in the rain, asking for help, desolate and despairing. When we sat down to eat, I couldn’t get the images of those people out of my mind. I hurt for them, wept for them, easily imagined being them. But then I thought of all the military members serving our nation, separated from their families so that I could be with mine—their sacrifice so that what happened to those people wouldn’t happen to my loved ones. I was and remain grateful. That day I saw many things in a whole new way, a more complete and loving way, and for that, I am grateful.
Thanksgiving is a time of celebration, but it is also a time to reflect and remember, to look beyond your immediate blessings, for which you likely often express your gratitude both in and out of prayer, and expand your thinking into those very real and relevant blessings that escape your daily thoughts but are at home in your heart.
Above all, Thanksgiving is an opportunity to embrace a grateful heart and to hold it near and dear always. - Vicki Hinze, author of Not This Time (February 2012)