Hmm. So it’s Thanksgiving. Just another day around here at Grimerud. The sun rises around 8 am, sets around 3:30pm and everyone goes about their lives. I’m trying REALLY hard not to be depressed about the fact that I am missing Thanksgiving for the second year in a row. Blah, it’s such a bummer! Everyone here has been saying, “Hey, can’t you just make some turkey or something?” But it’s not about the food…it’s about the people, and about the feel in the air, and about seeing my dog waddle around at the end of the day trying to keep herself from falling into a food coma. Good times. BUT. I’m totally thankful for a lot of things. You know, the usual…friends and family and my health and the fact that I have always had everything I needed. I’m also thankful that I’m here in Norway (okay, maybe not this exact day, but for the most part) and I’m thankful that God is so generous and decided to make my dreams of seeing the world come true.
Last night I was complaining to my mentor that I didn’t know what to do once this DTS is over in the spring time. I have a big basket of options and I’m not sure if I should just close my eyes, stick my hand in, and pick one or if I should lay them all out on the table and make some pro/con lists. Or ask God to dissolve all but one. That would be cool. But when I was whining to Heather, I remembered something I heard Erwin McManus say in a podcast a couple weeks ago. He was speaking to people in this exact situation, people who feel like they have a lot of options for their future and just can’t decide. Erwin said to be thankful. How many people, women especially, are born into a world without any options? It’s a sobering and humbling thought.
So I am thankful. I’m thankful that my life is a colorful assortment of adventures and experiences and gifts, that God’s beauty and love chase me down wherever I go on this green earth. I’m so thankful I’m coming to know a God who does these things, and doesn’t give up on me when I act like a spoiled brat every other day.
Psalm 23 (The Message)
A David Psalm
1-3 God, my shepherd! I don’t need a thing.
You have bedded me down in lush meadows,
you find me quiet pools to drink from.
True to your word,
you let me catch my breath
and send me in the right direction.
4 Even when the way goes through
I’m not afraid
when you walk at my side.
Your trusty shepherd’s crook
makes me feel secure.
5 You serve me a six-course dinner
right in front of my enemies.
You revive my drooping head;
my cup brims with blessing.
6 Your beauty and love chase after me
every day of my life.
I’m back home in the house of God
for the rest of my life.