As I write, I like millions of other Canadians, are preparing to or are already celebrating Thanksgiving Day. It鈥檚 an annual event, a day officially dedicated to remembering all the blessings that we enjoy as individuals and as a nation.
Yesterday morning as I sat in the car awaiting my husband鈥檚 return from the local mall, my heart was touched with three nearly identical incidents epitomizing my reasons for giving thanks in spite of all that鈥檚 going on in my life and in the lives of those around me.
Both these scenarios involved a father and a small child. In the first, a man held tightly to the hand of a small child as they surveyed an area in the parking lot after checking for cars. When father determined that it was safe to do so, they crossed the sidewalk into the mall entrance. A picture of simple trust, I told myself.
In the second occasion the young lad let dad know he wanted to stop and check out something on the sidewalk. Releasing his hand, dad kept his eyes steadily on the boy and immediately returned when it appeared the little one was about to head across the parking lot. Although granted freedom to make choices, he was under the constant care of his dad.
In the third instance, a young girl emerged from the passenger side of the car while dad exited from the driver鈥檚 side. She checked around her than proceeded to join dad. Age and experience earned more freedom but never without dad鈥檚 supervision.
鈥淲e must put our hand in the hand of God like a little child, and let Him lead us out into the bright sunshine of His love.鈥� Dr. Pardington
May each day be your Thanksgiving, celebrated in the knowledge that we are never out of His care.
