Turkey and Dressing, So Traditional

I will give You thanks as long as I live; I will raise my hands to You in prayer. (Psalm 63:4 GNT) Blessings over you, your tables and your families.


Turkey and Dressing

And pumpkin pie

Giblet gravy and fixings

My oh my

I love all the food

I have a traditional twist

But where shall we go

To make our gratitude list

The table of course

We gather not scatter

It is family time spent

That truly matters

Maybe your family

Is not so traditional

Whatever you do

Make it conditional

Conditioned and slathered

Covered with love

Overflowing with thankfulness

Because we have a part of

Making this world

A better place

Wouldn’t it be heartbreaking

Yes, even a disgrace

To not set aside

A determined time

To be eternally grateful

I think it would be a crime

You can be the one

To make the change

Set a table

Invite the gang

Invite the crew

Gather around

Start the list

Of blessings that abound

List at least one

Of the blessings you have

You’ll find countless others

There are so many to add

I know of one thing

That God has blessed you with

May I help you start

Your gratitude list

I thank The Lord for you

The breath in your lungs

Now go ahead

Your turn, take the plunge

Make a list

Check it twice

I am so grateful

For this life

Filled with you my friends

Those that have gathered here

I wish you all

A Great-ful Thanksgiving this year.

laurette laster © 2018 Thanksgiving

Happy Thanksgiving to all. I pray you have a gratitude list that reaches higher than high. In the event you do not, may I suggest you start one today. Sow it forward as a word of knowledge.

Many years ago, during the early months, when I was starting over after a divorce, I would be overcome with feelings and emotions of fear, seemingly out of nowhere. These emotions would come over me totally unexpected, at the most inconvenient times.  These were panic attacks I would later find out.  I knew if I entertained these feelings and emotions they had the propensity to send me running back to the dysfunction I had escaped from. I really respect those who have never been plagued with these sort of feelings, but for those of us that have, you know what I’m talking about. No one else, except those very close to me even noticed.

A friend once told me a story, one I had already heard. This friend felt the need to remind me about the story. I will say I know this was a divine encounter to help me realize what was going on.  The story is about horses trapped in stalls in a barn that had caught on fire. A man driving home one night saw the barn on fire, and knew that this barn held very expensive horses. He knew he had to do something, so the man made the decision to go into the burning barn to lead the horses to safety. This man risk all he had to go and rescue these horses, and get them away from the burning barn and save their lives. The only problem was that the man didn’t realize he would have to get them to a place where they were confined. Why? Because in the fear and anxiety, when he released the horses, now having them a safe distance away from the burning barn, they being frightened and confused and disoriented turned and ran back into the burning barn and burned to death. They went back to the familiar even though it was no longer safe. God in His goodness will send us a word in due season. So I realized I had to do something. I had to fight fire with water. The water of the word.

I began to pray for others as if the feelings were not mine alone but theirs also. I began to lift up prayers for those who were afraid of the future, and those who felt they were all alone. I prayed for the lonely, the hurting, the guilty, the ones who felt victimized and for those who didn’t know how to trust The One who gave it all to rescue me, oh I mean them, (you know). I recently learned this is sending it forward, as a word of knowledge. I had been led by Holy Spirit to do this so many years ago. Thank you Lord for getting me at a safe distance and for confining me, even though I believe You tricked me.  I now tell others, Jehovah Sneaky is His other name.


I am thankful I didn’t run back and I pray you never do either. Remember The Mighty Oak you see today was once a little nut who stood it’s ground. And we shall be called  oaks of righteousness, a planting of The Lord for the display of His splendor. (Isaiah 61:3 NIV)


God bless you and keep you and make His face shine upon you and be gracious to you and give you Shalom.

Until next time, thank you for listening with me. Laurette