Saturday, November 28, 2009

Thanksgiving Toast

So this was sent to me by a lady that I train with. I think that it speaks volumes about the truth and wonders of life. If you would have asked me if I would be at this place in my life a year ago, I would have laughed. I would have never thought I would get up at 6am on a Saturday I did not have to work to go run 10 miles. I would have never thought that I would be hanging out with fewer people my own age for feeling as though I have nothing to talk about. The main constants in my life have proven to be my family and my true friends. I have lost contact with a lot of people over the past year, but as I get older (ewww almost 26) I stop and realize that its not personal nor is it bad to move on and make new friends. It is life....

A Thanksgiving Toast


Sitting down with friends and family today, there will be thanks for the steady currents, flowing out of the past, that have brought us to this table. There will be thanks for the present union and reunion of us all. And there will be prayerful thanks for the future. But it’s worth raising a glass (or suspending a forkful for those of you who’ve gotten ahead of the toast) to be thankful for the unexpected, for all the ways that life interrupts and renews itself without warning.Skip to next paragraph

What would our lives look like if they held only what we’d planned? Where would our wisdom or patience — or our hope — come from? How could we account for these new faces at the Thanksgiving table or for the faces we’re missing this holiday, missing perhaps now all these years?

It will never cease to surprise how the condition of being human means we cannot foretell with any accuracy what next Thanksgiving will bring. We can hope and imagine, and we can fear. But when next Thanksgiving rolls around, we’ll have to take account again, as we do today, of how the unexpected has shaped our lives. That will mean accounting for how it has enriched us, blessed us, with suffering as much as with joy.

That, perhaps, is what all this plenty is for, as you look down the table, to gather up the past and celebrate the present and open us to the future.

There is the short-term future, when there will be room for seconds. Then there is the longer term, a time for blossoming and ripening, for new friends, new family, new love, new hope. Most of what life contains comes to us unexpectedly after all. It is our job to welcome it and give it meaning. So let us toast what we cannot know and could not have guessed, and to the unexpected ways our lives will merge in Thanksgivings to come.