In our house it wasn’t a yell from the porch or a ring of the dinner bell.  When it was time to eat, the words rang out in the house at medium volume.  “Come to the table.”

Then the race was to get to our places before the next sound was Dad singing jibberish to denote that it was time to pray.  It was a chant mouthing the words in repeat succession mer-nee, mer-nee, mer-nee on a single pitch.  If that doesn’t get you in the mood for good eating, I don’t know what will.

I am truly thankful for all that I have during this Thanksgiving season.  The talents and abilities in accordance to my station in life match up pretty well at the moment.  Today is not just about eating.  I want to be grateful for who I am.  Not jealous for what I am not.

Sure there are plenty of things to wish, hope and dream.  Having vision for what is to come is a blessing as well.  This almost sounds like a foundation for a New Year’s resolution.  Thanksgiving Day will be a new day.  Close enough for a connection in my book.