I've always thought it was the spirit of the actual holiday itself that made me ponder all of God's good gifts to me. Over the years, making a mental list of all I have to be thankful for while I cook our meal has become part of my personal Thanksgiving tradition.
I think I was wrong. I think it might actually be the big bird that puts me in a grateful state of mind.
It was a bit strange to making "Thanksgiving-y" food in February, but just like on Thanksgiving, my mind started playing over all of the many blessings I have been given:
grace, love, forgiveness, a hard working husband, wonderful (albeit noisy) children, my fleece blanket, a washing machine, Pride and Prejudice DVDs, godly parents, my favorite kitchen knife, the opportunity to teach the noisy children - and the list goes on.
If feels good to be thankful. I can't feel sorry for myself or frustrated with where God has placed me or covetous of what my neighbor has if I am feeling grateful. They just don't mix.
Hmmmmm....guess I should cook a turkey more often.