This is a moment when I feel like I actually do have some sort of blogger community out there. I read them, they speak to me, we cover some of the same issues from different ages and varied life stages. Friend and writer Lindsey Mead Russell ( adesignsovast.com ) gave me the gift of a post about thankfulness today, about finding a level of something south of unachievable perfect happiness, something more in the realm of peaceable contentment–specifically in the face of life experiences that are not necessarily joyful. That post hit home with me, and with a number of her readers, one of whom mentioned a prayer of thanksgiving by Robert Louis Stevenson that Lindsey’s words reminded her of. That comment sent Lindsey and me both to Google, in search the entire prayer. I suspect she found it too, and I suspect it will be read aloud at her Thanksgiving day table tomorrow. I know it will be at mine, though I will probably make my beloved read it out, as I might not make it through without getting teary.
Yeah, it’s been that kind of year. I’m bumping up against all sorts of landmarks, around what I learned about my health just one year ago. Scary stuff, and yet, and yet…I feel so very fortunate. My life is blessed in so many ways. Even in a down year.
So. I’m guessing some others of you out there might be glad to have these words for your gatherings together tomorrow. Here you go:
A Thanksgiving Prayer
Lord, behold our family here assembled. We thank Thee for this place in which we dwell; for the love that unites us; for the peace accorded us this day; for the hope which we expect the morrow; for the health, the work, the food, and the bright skies that make our lives delightful; for our friends in all parts of the earth, and our friendly helpers in this foreign isle.
Let peace abound in our small company. Purge out of every heart the lurking grudge. Give us grace and strength to forbear and to persevere. Offenders ourselves, give us the grace to accept and to forgive offenders. Forgetful ourselves, help us to bear cheerfully the forgetfulness of others.
Give us courage and gaiety and the quiet mind. Spare to us our friends; soften to us our enemies. Bless us, if it may be, in all our innocent endeavors. If it may not, give us the strength to encounter that which is to come, that we be brave in peril, constant in tribulation, temperate in wrath, and in all changes of fortune, and down to the gates of death, loyal and loving one to another.
As the clay to the potter, as the windmill to the wind, as children of their sires, we beseech of Thee this help and mercy for Christ’s sake. Amen.