As I sit in my cozy little living room these Thanksgiving evenings, I realize that life has been a blessing in every way. Where do I begin to express the thanks that swells in my heart and fills my soul?
I need not leave my room to pour out my heart with gratitude. The beauty of nature I view from the window speaks to me in the gold and reds of the graceful maple trees across the road. The daily gorgeous sunsets seen from the west window thrills my heart. A photo of my parents, now deceased, sitting in a place of honour near the window fills my heart with gratitude for the nurturing that was mine from birth until my wings were strong enough to fly into adulthood and take my place in the world.
The family photo of my maternal grandparents and their nine children causes me to thank my brave ancestors for daring to leave a homeland for Canada, a land of freedom and opportunity.
The gift of television and technology brings the world, with its joys and sorrows, to me through the little screen across the room. Telephone calls bring me ample opportunities to hear and assist those who need a listening ear, attention, and friendship.
Dotting the walls are photos of friends and loved ones whose lives bring me friendship and the blessings of community.
A bowl of bright red apples sitting on the kitchen counter reminds me of the abundance of nature.
The crucifix on the wall over my bed speaks above all else, the true meaning of life and happiness. It is life surrendered, broken and poured out in love for each of us so that we might live not for ourselves but for others.
We need not venture outside our front doors to offer thanksgiving and know that we are truly blessed every day in every way. Truly, our thanks have no end.
-Sister Jean Moylan, cs