Arriving at Thanksgiving
It was a clear, crisp morning, just ripe for adventure and discovery. I sat sipping my coffee in the observation deck (more like a room than deck) while waiting for the Delta flight carrying my son Michael to take off. When others came to do the same, I left my seat and pressed my face against the glass, my coffee steaming the window in front of me. I longed for a look at my son’s plane but it was at a gate that this “deck” couldn’t observe. So I watched the landings and takeoffs of other planes, and thought…
Changes will mess with you.
A melancholy mood tried to fog my emotions; much like the haze my hot coffee made, temporary clouding the tarmac from my view. I thought of two of my sons, away from our family at Thanksgiving and how I will miss them. My thoughts are interrupted by a little boy of four or five, excitedly begging his mom to stand and watch the airplanes land.
“Mom…don’t you want to see?” He asks
Another large Jet lands and so does a new thought…I begin to see.
Life is full of transitions…arrivals and departures.
Family life is full of comings and goings and a father is much like air traffic controller. We see to the departures and we tend to the arrivals. We deal with hearts and dreams and the flights of both…we must be ready to let them soar. I could dwell on loss, on lack or what I simply don’t have…or I could choose something different.
I can arrive at Thanksgiving
Thanksgiving, after all, is a word of action. ~ W.J. Cameron
Happy Thanksgiving everybody…praying you have a wonderful time and feel the overwhelming love of our Father during it all! - Jay