A year ago, on Thanksgiving Eve, I was lying in the borrowed bed of my dear friend Ashlee in Washington D.C. We were on the first leg of our trip to meet our children. My eyes wouldn’t seem to close due to some obvious nervous anxiety and a bit of fear that we would oversleep and miss our flight. We didn’t miss our flight and as the story goes we met Roxie Kyle and Hudson for the first time.
Looking back it seems so far away and in some ways like a dream. On this Thanksgiving Eve I’m not thousands of miles away from them but only a few feet. I can hear Hudson’s even breathing on the monitor and see the nightlight shining beneath Roxie’s door.
Articulating all the emotions I’ve experienced through this process seem near impossible. Even now, I fall short. As simple as it sounds and during a season when at times we seem to throw around the words like confetti, I am truly thankful. I truly feel am a receiver of mercy. And as Charles H. Spurgeon says, “So as long as we are receivers of mercy we must be givers of thanks.”
“Make a joyful noise to the Lord, all the earth!
Serve the Lord with gladness!
Come into his presence with singing!
Know that the Lord, he is God!
It is he who made us, and we are his;
We are his people, and the sheep of his pasture.
Enter his gates with thanksgiving,
And his courts with praise!
Give thanks to him; bless his name!
For the Lord is good;
His steadfast love endures forever,
And his faithfulness to all generations.”