A most blessed Thanksgiving

RE-POST FROM NOVEMBER 2007


"One will say, I am the Lord's; and another will call himself by the name of Jacob; and another will write {even brand or tattoo} upon his hand "I AM THE LORD'S"..." Isaiah 44:5


A few days before Thanksgiving I read Cheryl's post concerning our hands and how differently we might act if every time we reached for something or touched someone, we saw "The Lord's" written across our palm.
It got me to thinkin'.
So on Thanksgiving morning, after putting the bird in the oven, I wrote a note to myself across my right palm.
A gentle (or not) reminder of who I belong to.
And who I represent.
I had to choose how my hand was going to be used.
To bless or to curse.
To caress or to clench in anger.
The words in red were not only a reminder of how I use my hands.
It was a reminder of how I use my tongue.
Every time I saw those words in red, I stopped to think before I spoke.
To speak "the truth in love", or to hold my thoughts to myself.
To gossip, or to edify.

I won't always have "The Lord's" written across my palm.
A load of dishes and it is all but faded away.
But I WILL remember forever, the day "THE LORD'S", written in red, played a significent part of Thanksgiving, 2007.

Foreward to November 2008.....
This post is as appropriate today as it was last year around this time, if not more so.

Have a most blessed Thanksgiving, my friends, as we remember Him who is worthy of ALL our praise and thanksgiving.
All glory and honor to Jesus.

Love,
Cindy