The front display in the local grocery store is draped with shades of burnt orange, golden yellow and rich brown. The swirling font on a sign reading, “gather” makes me a bit nostalgic. The smell of something pumpkin tempts me to hug the stranger staring at a stack of canned yams. Thanksgiving is one of my favorite holidays and I’m not immune to advertising.
It’s incredible when you consider how we respond to color, shapes, scent and other aspects of our environment. Most Americans were taught as children that we should appreciate the things we have alongside pictures of pilgrims and pumpkins and corn. As an adult, whenever I see a pumpkin, that childhood memory prompts me to remember that I am blessed to have enough to eat. Association and symbolism are powerful tools when training our minds.
In this season of celebration, there are a few ordinary objects that urge me to stop and consider my Lord. There are two in particular that are the inspiration for my thankfulness this morning:
A full cup. Glancing at my morning tea reminds me that, being in Christ, I lack for nothing. A prayer to “God, all sufficient” from The Valley of Vision reads,
“Accept his worthiness for my unworthiness,
his sinlessness for my transgression,
his purity for my uncleanness,
his sincerity for my guile,
his truth for my deceits,
his meekness for my pride,
his constancy for my backslidings,
his love for my enmity,
his fullness for my emptiness,
his faithfulness for my treachery,
his obedience for my lawlessness,
his glory for my shame,
his devotedness for my waywardness,
his holy life for my unchaste ways,
his righteousness for my dead works,
his death for my life.”
Violets on my night-stand. I read somewhere that blue violets symbolize faithfulness. I was walking through the Lowe’s garden center after a chaotic day and when these little flowers caught my eye. I picked one up as my mind waded through what I know about violets. My first thought was that they’re really pretty when candied and placed atop cupcakes. Then I remembered that they’re for faithfulness. Tears came to my eyes as I remembered His faithfulness. I bought the violets. They’ve been a reminder of the Lord’s faithfulness as I awaken each morning.
Cups of tea, violets and pumpkins. An unlikely way to celebrate but I am grateful for the reminders of who He is and how blessed I am. I wish you a wonderful Thanksgiving, full of joy for His goodness and gratitude for His love!