We celebrated Thanksgiving with my family this weekend when my sister could come from Iowa. We had it all.
Family.
Fun.
And food.
Which my Dad reminded us, isn’t always the case.
(Toddlers get their own table!)
A few years ago my parents invited some church members from Africa to stay at their home while they did a circuit of the area congregations. One day my Dad took a gentleman named Sam with him to feed the cows and while they worked and the two talked about the fact that Sam’s family might be getting electricity in their home. With Sam remarking about the very special cows my Dad commented that the thing he would miss most about not having electricity would be the refrigerator.
“Brother Gene,” Sam said. “We do not need a refrigerator. When we are done with a meal, there is nothing left to store.”
He indicated the grain being fed to the cows and noted, “That would feed a family in Africa for a day.”
Special cows indeed.
When our meal was over I could hardly fit the leftovers into my triple door refrigerator and I took some of them to the basement fridge.
When I came back upstairs I remembered to be thankful.
So very, very thankful.
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