Come Ye Thankful People Come...

Coming home to Mom and Dad's house for Thanksgiving is what life's all about, family.

Good memories start flooding into your mind: the way the trees look outside in the woods, a smell from inside an empty oven. Nice memories.

When I was in second grade,...back when you could do this kind of stuff, my teacher, Mrs. Stine (the porcupine....that's another blog) around this time of the year would have the class memorize this song. We probably sang it every day in November, and, of course, my little church, Asbury, sang it every SUNDAY in November. I cannot tell you what my sister's phone number is (stored in direct-dial, voice-command mode in my FANCY phone, ...but I remember most of this song (someone tell me if the next to the last stanza is right, I think not).

Come Ye Thankful People Come,
Raise the song of Harvest Home,
All is safely gathered in
'ere the wintry storms begin.
God our Maker doth provide
For our wants to be supplied.
Come Ye Thankful People Come,
Raise the song of Harvest Home!



Love that song.



As we give thanks this week, why don't we REALLY give thanks? Try a Random Act of Kindness: pay for the next person in line wherever you are, you Starbucks people gotta cough up another five bucks,....I TOLD you that coffee shouldn't cost that much,...pay for the next guy's carwash,....go to your closet today and remove a box of NICE clothes (preferably from this Century) and take them personally to that family whose house just burned down. By the way, they'll LOVE cashmere; just don't tell them that they'll be wearing GOAT.

You don't have to plan this kinda thing; you'll know when it's the right time. You'll know.

Share your ACT of KINDNESS on my blog with the rest of us, or, better yet, just tuck your story in your little heart,...and don't be surprised if your little heart grows a couple sizes bigger this week.

Sure, I'm gonna watch the Macy's parade this Thursday (trying to enjoy the tidbits of live, non-dubbed marching bands,...and I'll have my fair share of bird, filling balls and football, with a deregeor nap or two thrown in,....but I plan to PAY IT FORWARD a few times this week, as I've grown accustomed to doing.


When you're not looking, your personal cornacopia is filling to the brim. Have an apple, folks. Good work.