It’s June, but I’m working feverishly to be more prepared for next year’s Spanish classes, so I was looking up vocabulary that had to do with Thanksgiving. Made myself hungry –turkey, mashed potatoes, gravy.
Doesn’t help that I’m writing this blog post at 5:12 p.m.
To the vocab list I added the Spanish words for “blessing”, “gratitude”, and “prayer”, as well as the verb phrase “to give thanks”.
Those words took me back to 6:30 this morning when I woke up to a mental re-run of some cares that had weighed on me the day before. All that day I had prayed and labored over those concerns. Repeatedly I had said, Lord, I don’t know what to do with these.
In my Spanish morning devotion (from GMG Español), the author gave instructions. Give thanks for the aguijón, she said. Aguijón means thorn. It also can mean the stinger of a wasp.
Some situations hurt when they jab your flesh, and then they stick around to swell and cause prolonged pain.
Thank God for it, the writer said. Ask him how he can be glorified in the situation.
I never think to do this simple act.
Why do I never think to say, Thank you this has happened to me, Lord. I’m better at words like Why? and How long? and Why? But I did it this morning -said thank you. It soothed the inflamed place in my soul, like cool baking soda on a bee sting.
“I will give thanks to the Lord with all my heart.” (Psalm 111:1 NASB)
And so it’s Thanksgiving in June.
Minus the mashed potatoes.