With hearts and hands and voices. Part of Thanking God with hearts and hands and voices is what happens in the preparation of the food which passes on traditions and love that will be carried from generation to generation.
The "mystic sweet communion with those whose rest is won" happens for me in the labor for others around the food and the things that are a part of making memories. The memories, good, tolerable and even the sordid memories weave together the tapestry of what makes life and serving family interesting and hopeful, sometimes. The fact that I am not the only one who is in love with the children and husband that God has given me and the fact that, I am not the only one who has ever spent herself in this way, makes me a part of a long line of daughters of Eve who love to give and make the parts of life which we call family for the people in their lives. We are going to do it well and we are going to mess up over and over again, but God knows we are trying to do the job that God has given to us to His glory. I am thankful to be a part of the "maternity" of women. I am thankful to try to represent the love of God in motherhood and through the food and love of Thanksgiving. I love my family and I want them to taste that everytime I give them something. God's love is so much greater.
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