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"They've skipped the time where they're grateful. That's what that house says."
An observation that had crossed my mind, best spoken by Jason as we continued down the hill. We silently soaked in what he'd said. That is until his next joke and my side-splitting laughter. But those words stuck to my soul, they reverberated over and over again, making me think: is skipping thanks the new cool thing to do?
It seems to be true. The stores dropped Halloween candy and are now covered in garland, tinsel, and fake trees. Where there was costumes spooky and sweet, there are now ornaments sparkly and unique. From October to December, who is this November? From give me treats to where are the presents, we don't stop to breathe in the spirit of giving thanks. And my heart breaks.
I am biased. I love Thanksgiving deeply. The food, the family, the movies, the puzzles, the drinks, the pie, the leftovers. I immerse myself in that single day spent feasting on all good things. But with the feasting of my body, there's a deep feast within my soul. A soul that consumes so tirelessly day in and day out seems to stop, to rest, and to sit thankfully. It seems to soften around the edges, less concerned with what's next, more delighted in what's now. And that, that is thanks.
So let us stop. Let us forget the lists, the holiday to-dos, the cards and the carols. Let us slow down the rush to have all that Christmas shopping done, to find those best Black Friday deals, to chase down the perfect picture for this year's Christmas card. Let us stop the skipping and instead, let us say thanks.
Let us mark the next week (and one day) saying thank you. To our Starbucks barista, to our boss, to our spouse, to our mailman, to our Target cashier, to our siblings, to our neighbors, to our trash man, to our parents. For things big and small, important and not, paid for and free. For kind words and kinder actions. Let us say thanks.
Let us remember all we have: our health, our friends, our homes, our pets, our food, our nation, our cars, our yards. And instead of seeing the bills and the runs and the responsibilities that come with each of these, let us say thanks.
Let our souls step out of the hamster wheel and into the quietness of the void that is these two November weeks. And in that void between Halloween and Christmas, that void we hear as a time to be busy. Let us be still, be content, be filled because we are: complete, full, blessed beyond belief. Let us say thanks.