This verse from the Bible: Romans 8:28, "And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love Him, who have been called according to his purpose," has been rolling around in my head for some weird reason for the last three weeks. On a repeat. This is unusual for me; I love the Lord, and I have tremendous faith, but I've never been really good with Bible verse memorization. But this one has been swirling around in my head all month, along with thoughts of costumes, cooking for the AAA Electric Holiday Gift Bags, and general, all-purpose selfishness.
You see, this Thanksgiving, I decided I was going to be the Queen of Misanthropy and eschew Thanksgiving altogether. No turkey. No stuffing. (But definitely mashed potatoes, because what is this, anarchy?) When Nolan asked me what I wanted to do for the holiday this year, I thought, "I just want to hide." We decided to go to Angelfire, NM, a place that I absolutely adore, rent a cabin in the woods for the weekend, and grill steaks for Thanksgiving. Selfishly, I told Nolan, "I just don't want to cook for anyone else this year. I'm busy with the show, and gearing up to do the manic week of baking for our company, I just want to rest over the holiday." And instead of telling me what a selfish thing that was, he sweetly began researching cabins for me.
I was checking things off my list Tuesday, getting us ready to leave for my weekend of solitude, when Nolan got a call from my sister-in-law in Denver. "I'm in the emergency room with Dad..." and that they were not letting him leave the hospital without a pacemaker.( So damn thankful.Collapse )
The best part? Jerry gets discharged from the hospital this morning with a new lease on life, feeling better than he has in some time, and will get to eat Thanksgiving dinner with his family. With all of us. Because God works all things together for the good of those who love Him.
Happy Thanksgiving, indeed.