How to Ruin Your Thanksgiving Day

DO YOU KNOW how to ruin your Thanksgiving experience? Because when I was a few years old I ruined many good meals for my family, and they ruined many for me.

Kids at the Thanksgiving table, especially if they are tired, sick, on sugar or starving for attention, whine and cry and are picky eaters. 
I heard so many, “You can go and play when you finish your green beans or glazed carrots.” Meanwhile, all the cousins around play and have fun, while you have an unhappy child kept captive and crying at the table.

Bringing up politics, the midterm elections, the borders, “the left” and “the right” may ruin everybody’s Thanksgiving as well. Making a point may not be worthy if your brother and his family leave unexpectedly. If uncle George has something to say about the president, ask him to discuss that after the party.

Turn your Thanksgiving in a sweet time that everybody would remember. Do you know that, when family pray together for a special need, right there on Thanksgiving, you may see miracles? 
Is aunt Becky suffering from back pain? 
Are cousins Jim and Jill longing to have a baby? 
Is nephew Bob stressed out because of his LSAT test?
Family, pray together. You will see God stepping in and bringing His favor over everybody around the table.

Happy Thanksgiving Day!

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One Delight per Week

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SATURDAYS WERE SCHOOL days for me and work days for mom and dad. Anyway, there was that sweet feeling in our hearts that, after coming home from school and work, we would have one day and a half just for ourselves. From 8AM-12 at noon, that was the shortest school day of the week. Even the teachers were more relaxed in the classroom and never asked us to do big projects or tests on Saturdays.

When my parents worked first shift together – which happened every other week – I knew they would be late home. Because they would do grocery shopping on their way home. During the week, the shopping for food was limited to fresh bread and vegetables, but on Saturdays and maybe on Sundays was different, when we had the money. They stayed in long lines to get meat for our Sunday meal and cold cuts for my lunches for school.
We were blessed to have my grandparents from my mother’s side who sustained us with food basics from the village.

I was playing outside with my friends on our beautiful street that had a wide area of grass, flower gardens and maple trees all along from one end of the street to the other.Then I would see my parents walking at home with heavy bags reaching down to their ankles, and barely keeping their balance. That was a good sign, a sign that we were rich.

And I got to be the envy of my friends that day.
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The Midterm Elections 2018

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DON’T FRACTURE your relationships over politics. At the end of the day, you don’t move out to live with your favorite politician. After these midterms you’ll still eat at the same table with your spouse, have your in-laws visiting to see your kids, go and see your mom when your siblings are present and ache when your cousin is in the hospital. When passionate conversations arise, you be the wise one to keep silence when the back-and-forth words gain too much weight. Life is more than this.