I enjoyed a pretty traditional Thanksgiving Day at my in-laws yesterday. By traditional I don't mean turkey and dressing; our new tradition is my father-in-law's special prime rib which everyone loves, including Maggie the mut. No, by traditional I mean someone else did all the cooking while I gorged myself and then vegged-out in front of football. I'm not sure who started that tradition, but I'd like to shake his hand some day! (And we are sure it was a "he" who started it, right?)
It was a great day all around, but the best part for me was the drive there. Normally I don't mind the hour and a half trip over the river and through the woods, but I usually don't enjoy it. But yesterday I did. We started out listening to some praise music I recently downloaded (legally of course) from iTunes for Lynn. We soon went from listening to singing along, Tressa singing alto along with Lynn and Angelynn's soprano. And I sang also. We've made a trip or two like that with anything but harmony coming from the backseat! And we weren't in the car 5 minutes coming home until the CD was going and we were singing again.
There's no better way to reconnect with the true meaning of Thanksgiving than through worship. The day isn't really about prime rib, coconut cake and pecan pie (I'll write the Atkins people an apology letter later). It's about family and reflecting on the goodness and blessings of our gracious God. What better way to focus on both of those than worshipping together?
Yesterday was a great day! Then the Cowboys lost, and that made it perfect!