Happy Thanksgiving!

Have you all enjoyed your holiday? I hope your day was filled with lots of delicious goodies! Ours? Well, we had our feast a couple of weeks ago. We had decided that today we would be servants.

Our day began with breakfast at Waffle House. The girls just love going there, being one of the "usuals". The love to pretend they work there. So today, one of the ladies suprised them by giving each of them a menu and orderpad to take home. They've been shouting out orders all day long. After breakfast, we drove through Rose Hill Cemetary to show them the Confederate graves. The stories of soldiers' sacrifices didn't really register, but they thought all the granite and marble statues and crosses were really cool.

On from there to our intended destination, The Salvation Army. We arrived, signed in and were told to wash up and put on gloves. We got our assignments and waited for 11:30. The line outside poured in and we told them that today, they didn't have to stand in line. "Have a seat, today we're serving you." Kenley, who is seven, brought plates while Chloe, five, handed out forks and napkins.

But after that initial seating, there were no more. Should I be disappointed that our service lasted all of 20 minutes, or should I be happy that the low turnout must mean that nobody went hungry today? There are several shelters and soup kitchens in town, so I hope that everyone found a hot meal. As for the lesson we were trying to teach our girls, they're probably still too young to really get it. But we've planted the seed.

As for my husband, this was not exactly his thing. But he was supportive of my decision and wanted this to be something we did as a family. I had hoped this might even become a tradition for us. And then she happened. During the "rush", Ken was spooning dressing onto plates and spoke up to say we would need another pan. Her reply was, "Sir, I'm in charge here and that's not your place. Your job is to serve food." She was rude, ungrateful and downright arrogant. I know a job is still just work, but why would someone so uncaring get into the business of caring for others? Is it only a paycheck for her, has being surrounded by indigents hardened her? I don't know why, but she spoke loudly and harshly to my husband. Ken is so easy going though, so he took it all in stride. And we joked about him getting in trouble, and that he should only speak when spoken to. Afterward, he said he had done it and now it was over. Next year, he'd be eating his own turkey and napping on the sofa. So much for potential traditions.

Well, there are plenty of other ways to serve God. They certainly didn't need us there today, there were more volunteers than mouths to feed. (I wonder now what they did with all that leftover food.) Maybe next year we'll bring canned goods to the food bank, they're always short this time of year. Whatever, I have faith that God will guide my steps. I'm early in my walk and I know He has wonderful plans for me. And for that, I am most thankful!