Giving Thanks: A Study of Light

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On Monday afternoon I went with my not-so-little Jeffrey and a good friend who also happens to be a photographer to take his senior pictures. We walked several blocks all over Charleston, stopping at mysterious places that seemed random to me but to my friend’s experienced eye held some special slant of beauty.  She’s been doing this a long time and makes amazing art, so I trusted her. I tagged along behind her purposeful steps, lugging off-camera lighting, a portable reflector, and sometimes discarded clothing from my son (“Layers,” I told him. “That’s how we’ll get the look we want.”)  At one point, as we stood on a quiet street in front of a colorful mural (only about a block away from my place of employment, but I never knew it was there. How do artists find these things?) my beautiful, talented friend stopped abruptly at the edge of the sidewalk while my son lumbered in the street.

“Wait.” She said. “Let me look at the light.”

She studied the sun play chiascuro over the patterned brick for a moment. “Okay,” she said. “Let’s go.”

This morning I rose before dawn and sat in my quiet place to watch the sun slip slow over the horizon—spilling grace on rooftops and frost-dipped grasses and washing the world in honeyed hues. As I reflected on all that I am thankful for, I remembered my friend’s words.

“Let me look at the light.”

I watched that amber glow bind up the rough edges of my every day world and I thought that choosing to give thanks must be a lot like looking for sunlight—illuminating beauty in even the darkest of life’s corners.

Isn’t this what we do when we engage in thanksgiving?

The year that is drawing towards its close, has been filled with the blessings of fruitful fields and healthful skies. To these bounties, which are so constantly enjoyed that we are prone to forget the source from which they come…No human counsel hath devised nor hath any mortal hand worked out these great things. They are the gracious gifts of the Most High God…It has seemed to me fit and proper that they should be solemnly, reverently and gratefully acknowledged as with one heart and one voice by the whole American People. I do therefore invite my fellow citizens…to set apart and observe the last Thursday of November next, as a day of Thanksgiving and Praise to our beneficent Father who dwelleth in the Heavens…(excerpt from President Abraham Lincoln’s Thanksgiving Proclamation, Oct. 3, 1863.)

Happy Thanksgiving, Beloveds. May you feast on the light of His love this day and always.

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Grateful

Last night, as Jeff and I walked under a rosy sky, that moon lifted it’s full body up over the hills of our little valley and set the sky on fire. This morning, when I took Bonnie out, frost still on every blade of grass, I saw the moon had shed his star-tears and left them in pools of light in our front yard. On this day of gratitude, I hear the earth singing praise. Happy Thanksgiving, Beloveds. May all your days be filled with light. You are God’s gift to me.

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Playdates with God: Painting Thanks

The sun slips slow over the horizon—spills grace on rooftops and frost-dipped grasses and washes the world in honeyed hues. I sit in my morning place and invite Beauty in and I am wrecked every time in the acquiescence.

On Sunday, our pastor shared the history of Thanksgiving, and she told us the story of the five kernels. The pilgrims, who had suffered so much loss, would put five kernels of corn on their plates and use this to remind them to count their blessings. I’d never heard of this tradition, but apparently, some families still practice it today. Our pastor reminded how many of those early settlers died in this new land—so many that some proposed a day to honor those who had died. Instead, they chose a day of thanks.

I watch that amber glow bind up the rough edges of my every day world and I think about the losses involved in stepping into a new land. And I think that choosing to give thanks must be a lot like painting with sunlight—illuminating beauty in even the darkest of life’s corners.
The year that is drawing towards its close, has been filled with the blessings of fruitful fields and healthful skies. To these bounties, which are so constantly enjoyed that we are prone to forget the source from which they come…No human counsel hath devised nor hath any mortal hand worked out these great things. They are the gracious gifts of the Most High God…It has seemed to me fit and proper that they should be solemnly, reverently and gratefully acknowledged as with one heart and one voice by the whole American People. I do therefore invite my fellow citizens…to set apart and observe the last Thursday of November next, as a day of Thanksgiving and Praise to our beneficent Father who dwelleth in the Heavens…
(excerpt from President Abraham Lincoln’s Thanksgiving Proclamation, Oct. 3, 1863.)

How do you embrace the God-joy? Every Monday I’ll be sharing one of my Playdates with God. I would love to hear about yours. It can be anything: outside, quiet time. Maybe it’s solitary. Maybe it’s loud and crowded. Just find Him. Be with Him. Grab my button at the bottom of the page and join us:

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