Thanksgiving is coming

I feel reflective each November. I think about the blessings of the past year. I think about the difficulties. This year I find myself a bit adrift. My mom, one of my biggest cheerleaders, passed away some months ago. I miss her. Yet she is in my heart, of course.

I find myself feeling vulnerable and fragile at times. Sometimes comments that would normally roll right off of me stick to me, unexpectedly crush me instead. Perhaps that us part if grief.

When criticism has come this year, as it does to all of us, I have immediately taken it to heart. I find myself holding back my opinions, feelings, and suggestions rather than come across in a way that isnt authentic to my heart. I want to do all i can to not overpower others.

I decided partway through the journey of this year that if someone is, for instance, accusing me of being nasty or uncaring, they are probably right. My job is to change how i am behaving so that people no longer feel that way about me. I apologize and say that i will work on that flaw. I thank them for letting me know. I then try to improve.

As a result, i attempt to empathize more. Again, i fall short. So this November, I am grateful i have been given more days. I continue to seek the Lord’s counsel, and ask Him to guude my thoughts, words, and actions.

I ask Him to heal my sorrow for all the times I have come across as an unkind person to anyone. As we inch toward Thanksguving, I remember so many past Thanksgivings with lovely gatherings of family and friends. May this Thanksgiving be special.

 

 

About Kate Kresse

I love to write, I love to talk, I love to uplift people when I can. I am a woman in love with life. I am a wife, mom, tutor, writer, and I am a perennial optimist. (OK not every single minute but you get the point! :-)
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3 Responses to Thanksgiving is coming

  1. Debbie says:

    Dearest Kate . . .I lost my mom last year and feel the fragility you spoke of, the vulnerability, I think it changes us in ways we never considered or knew we would be changed. God bless you as you seek Him with your tender humble heart, and I pray for others to be compassionate with you as you go through Thanksgiving and Christmas this year . . .and all the years to come.
    Love and hugs.

  2. Kate, just yesterday your name came to my mind and as I thought of you, I wondered what’s been happening in your life since you’ve been so absent from blogging. So I was happy to see your blog post show up in my reader but I’m so sorry to learn of the trials you’ve been experiencing. My mom passed away over 18 years ago and I still miss her. The grief we feel over losing a loving mother is so intense. I do hope God grants you a special holiday season. Saying a little prayer for you right now. ♥

  3. Katharine says:

    Kate! You’re here! I was so shocked to see you had landed in my inbox…and I had missed it because we’ve been on a short trip and I just did not check emails. But here you are and I’m so glad.
    I cannot imagine anyone thinking ill of you, but I know the feeling when someone makes accusations. And you have chosen to give the best answer–to admit that we all are whatever accusation may come to us, because without Jesus, we all have all capacity for every sin. He is the only one who is good.
    I recently faced my own accusations and was not given an opportunity to reply. That is a bit like falling and never hitting bottom! However, I am praying for that person to change and realize a few things, while I try to learn what Jesus has for me in that experience.
    ❤ U

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