Saying Grace

Yesterday we hosted family and friends, and there was so much food I couldn't even try it all! Thanksgivings in my house always start with carving the turkey, which my Grandpa always used to do. Believe it or not, yesterday was my first time operating on the turkey. I guess to me it was like coming of age. Then there was saying grace. Now, I hadn't mentally prepared for cutting perfect slices of white meat, but I had thought a lot about what the prayer should include.

My prayers lately though have been asking for wisdom and grace. They're that way because I know I shouldn't beg for Alison's return to health. That's already in God's plan. It's His will.
I feel like a toddler, getting put in the bathtub by God.
"Daddy, Daddy, it's too hot! I'm burning! Take me out! I hate it!"
I hate seeing the pain Alison is in. I want desperately to see her spared. But my heart knows this is a lesson for both of us. He won't spare us until we're clean.

My prayers should be for trust.

My prayer's theme yesterday was thankfulness.
There's nothing like adversity to make us realize how blessed we are.
So this Thanksgiving I felt like a king. My treasure is my family and my many caring friends. It's the people that have supported Alison through her trials. People I honestly didn't know were there.

So saying the prayer was good for me. Then eating the food was devastating. I felt like I swallowed one of those pill-toys that blows up into a sponge upon contact with water. All of a sudden a red-sponge Brachiosaurus was trying to blow out my sides. After awhile that dude stopped trying though, and I felt a tired comfort.