Because I likely won't be spending tomorrow blogging :P
Happy Thanksgiving!
As usual, here are a fine selection of Thanksgiving prayers:
We give you thanks, most gracious God, for the beauty of earth and sky and sea; for the richness of mountains, plains, and rivers; for the songs of birds and the loveliness of flowers. We praise you for these good gifts, and pray that we may safeguard them for our posterity. Grant that we may continue to grow in our grateful enjoyment of your abundant creation, to the honor and glory of your Name, now and for ever. Amen.
Most gracious God, by whose knowledge the depths are broken up and the clouds drop down the dew: We yield thee hearty thanks and praise for the return of seed time and harvest, for the increase of the ground and the gathering in of its fruits, and for all other blessings of thy merciful providence bestowed upon this nation and people. And, we beseech thee, give us a just sense of these great mercies, such as may appear in our lives by a humble, holy, and obedient walking before thee all our days; through Jesus Christ our Lord, to whom, with thee and the Holy Ghost be all glory and honor, world without end. Amen.
O God, who created all peoples in your image, we thank you for the wonderful diversity of races and cultures in this world. Enrich our lives by ever-widening circles of fellowship, and show us your presence in those who differ most from us, until our knowledge of your love is made perfect in our love for all your children; through Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen.
(Editor's note: I use this prayer to remind myself that liking ambrosia salad with your turkey is not a sign of the devil :P)
Okay, this one isn't a thanksgiving prayer, but it's pretty and has a beautiful sentiment:
Lord, make us instruments of your peace. Where there is hatred, let us sow love; where there is injury, pardon; where there is discord, union; where there is doubt, faith; where there is despair, hope; where there is darkness, light; where there is sadness, joy. Grant that we may not so much seek to be consoled as to console; to be understood as to understand; to be loved as to love. For it is in giving that we receive; it is in pardoning that we are pardoned; and it is in dying that we are born to eternal life. Amen.
Tomorrow I'm spending my first Thanksgiving without either parent or Quin (first without Jade was last year). I've got a sore throat and cough and can't really go traipsing about if I want to get well in time for finals, so I'm spending my day with Dakota's family while my California Edition family goes to visit Steve's aunt and uncle up in Sacramento. I plan to give thanks for my blessings by knitting and eating entirely too much pie. Lord, thank you for my fast metabolism. I will miss it when it is gone. I will also miss eating half a pie in a sitting.
Also, I suppose my Thanksgiving play is out this year. Sigh. I think I have to wait until I have nieces and nephews to educate before enforcing a historically accurate rendering of a colonial American harvest festival. Sigh. Given my studies, though, I could certainly inflict worse reenactments.
As usual, here are a fine selection of Thanksgiving prayers:
We give you thanks, most gracious God, for the beauty of earth and sky and sea; for the richness of mountains, plains, and rivers; for the songs of birds and the loveliness of flowers. We praise you for these good gifts, and pray that we may safeguard them for our posterity. Grant that we may continue to grow in our grateful enjoyment of your abundant creation, to the honor and glory of your Name, now and for ever. Amen.
Most gracious God, by whose knowledge the depths are broken up and the clouds drop down the dew: We yield thee hearty thanks and praise for the return of seed time and harvest, for the increase of the ground and the gathering in of its fruits, and for all other blessings of thy merciful providence bestowed upon this nation and people. And, we beseech thee, give us a just sense of these great mercies, such as may appear in our lives by a humble, holy, and obedient walking before thee all our days; through Jesus Christ our Lord, to whom, with thee and the Holy Ghost be all glory and honor, world without end. Amen.
O God, who created all peoples in your image, we thank you for the wonderful diversity of races and cultures in this world. Enrich our lives by ever-widening circles of fellowship, and show us your presence in those who differ most from us, until our knowledge of your love is made perfect in our love for all your children; through Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen.
(Editor's note: I use this prayer to remind myself that liking ambrosia salad with your turkey is not a sign of the devil :P)
Okay, this one isn't a thanksgiving prayer, but it's pretty and has a beautiful sentiment:
Lord, make us instruments of your peace. Where there is hatred, let us sow love; where there is injury, pardon; where there is discord, union; where there is doubt, faith; where there is despair, hope; where there is darkness, light; where there is sadness, joy. Grant that we may not so much seek to be consoled as to console; to be understood as to understand; to be loved as to love. For it is in giving that we receive; it is in pardoning that we are pardoned; and it is in dying that we are born to eternal life. Amen.
Tomorrow I'm spending my first Thanksgiving without either parent or Quin (first without Jade was last year). I've got a sore throat and cough and can't really go traipsing about if I want to get well in time for finals, so I'm spending my day with Dakota's family while my California Edition family goes to visit Steve's aunt and uncle up in Sacramento. I plan to give thanks for my blessings by knitting and eating entirely too much pie. Lord, thank you for my fast metabolism. I will miss it when it is gone. I will also miss eating half a pie in a sitting.
Also, I suppose my Thanksgiving play is out this year. Sigh. I think I have to wait until I have nieces and nephews to educate before enforcing a historically accurate rendering of a colonial American harvest festival. Sigh. Given my studies, though, I could certainly inflict worse reenactments.