Alone for Thanksgiving?

 

As Thanksgiving looms near, there are mixed feelings among our country. There are those who are rejoicing because COVID no longer keeps families apart. This will be the first real Thanksgiving where families can gather. There will be those who feel the pain and loss as they gather and family members are missing. There will also be those who feel anxiety of gathering again. In my husband's sermon, he mentioned a disturbing statistic. Thirty percent of families in our country do not have dining room tables. COVID wreaked havoc on the structure and stability of families. Many of you know that we have been without a downstairs for over seven months. At one point, there was not a floor, just a big hole in the dirt. We were forced to gather in my bedroom. Our meals were in chairs around my bed. We watched television upstairs. Everything was done upstairs. After all this time, the floors have come into the house! We were able to install a table. It was amazing sitting around the table and talking. I hadn't realized how isolated we felt being in separate rooms all the time. This is a growing problem with our world. Even though barriers are lifted, people are left with a sense of loneliness, even around a crowd of people. This holiday season, I want to remind you that you are never alone. You have a Heavenly Father who loves you beyond reason, who will never leave you, and who finds you where you are. So whether you are gathering in joy or in heartbreak, God is with you. You are not alone.

Have a wonderful Thanksgiving high-heeled warriors!

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