A little more thanksgiving

We go to church on Thanksgiving.  Most people don’t.  But we do.  I grew up going to church on Thanksgiving.  It seems to me, if there ever is a day to go to church, it is on a day when we are all giving thanks to the things in our lives.  I enjoy going to church on Thanksgiving.

During the service my Aunt read the 23rd Psalm.  You know, “Yea though I walk through the valley of death” one.  I almost started crying.  That Psalm means more to me now than ever before.  

It takes me back to August 28th.  I was prepped and sitting on the operating table.  I was scared out of my mind and alone.  You know, except for the dozen or so people getting ready for the birth of my twins.  But to me I was alone.  My mom and Nathan hadn’t been aloud in yet.  The anesthesiologist was prepping my back for my spinal and epidural.  It hurt.  I don’t care what they say the whole thing hurt.  And it doesn’t help to have big long contractions and your doctor telling you not to move.  My doctor was great and kind and I am glad he was there.  But it was a nurse that calmed me the most.  I was crying.  They told me I couldn’t cry because I might move.  That made me cry more.  I was so scared.  And there was Joy, one of my nurses.  We had met her the first time we went to the hospital for a tour.  She taught our nursing class and the birthing class we attended.  I immediately liked her and hoped she would be working when the boys were born.  And as it turned out she was my nurse that day.  And as I sat crying but trying not to, there she was.  She held my hand and told me to repeat after her.  And then she started reciting the 23rd Psalm.  My tears still fell, I was still scared.  But maybe not quite so much and I certainly didn’t feel alone any longer.  And then they were finished and helping me to lay down and then just a short time later the boys were born.

Today as I sat in church thanking God for the many things in my life this year I felt an upwelling of emotion at this Psalm.  It just reminded me that God always seems to put the right people in the right place at the right time.  Joy (what a perfect name) was there when I needed to feel God’s love and reassurance.  God had put the most amazing nurses and doctors in our life in the last 3 months.  

We had a great Thanksgiving.  We eat Thanksgiving lunch at my mom’s sister’s house.  It was a great time and great food and great memories.  I love my family, even if we do irritate each other sometimes.  But no matte what we always seem to put it all aside and have great family gatherings.  I have always been proud to be in the family that I am in.

Happy Thanksgiving everyone!  I hope that you all had a wonderful holiday.  I am so grateful that all of you read and that so many of you comment.  Even if you don’t comment and I don’t know that you read, I am glad that you do.  I like sharing my life.  I like connecting with people and making friends.