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Thanksgiving Prayer

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It’s Canadian Thanksgiving and we have a lot… a lot… to be Thankful for this year. It’s been a crazy whirlwind of life changing moments in the last few months, but God has been faithful and our ever constant source of support and comfort. Especially when the moments got just a bit too tough for my little human brain to handle.

So for today’s post, I thought I’d be super candid and simply write out a thanksgiving prayer. I hope it brings you joy this thanksgiving weekend.

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Dear Lord,

Thank you for being in charge. Thank you for keeping it all together when I feel like I don’t have it all together. Thank you for being there in the little things. Like my garden spider. The monarch butterfly. The simple daisies and the vine of red.

Thank you for allowing me tears and laughter. Thank you for special visits with family and friends. For blessing us with “Itsnotta” farm and our dreams and adventures now, and in the years to come. I’m grateful and humbled at what You have given to us each and every time we give “the tour”. I marvel at the details and how you orchestrated it all – just for us.

I thank you Lord for allowing us to be pushed out of our comfort zones. To integrate into a community where things are not the same as they were before. For pushing me to get out there and try. Please God, give me the courage to continue to be bold and a light in a world who so desperately needs You. Please help me encourage our children to grow in their independence as they grow into adulthood. Protect them and send your angels to guide, comfort and shelter them out on their own. May they feel the safety of “coming home” often. May they feel the freedom to raid the fridge and bring their dirty laundry home to mom.

Help me to be patient with others who don’t see eye to eye with me. Grant me supernatural love for those personalities who clash with my own. Allow me gentle words. Less sarcasm. Less cutting comebacks and more time to think before I speak.

Thank you, Lord, for bringing people into our lives who encourage. For a Christian heritage that has given us a strong foundation. May we never take that for granted. Help me to remember to take more time for those who need it. Help me to be aware of those who are on the sidelines and be an encourager.

Thank you, Lord, for the talents and gifts you have given me so generously. Help me to use them well and for Your kingdom. To not be proud – as those gifts and talents are not my own, but given to me to use well. Thank you for your goodness, and blessing us with adequate finances, a source of income, abundance of food, shelter and so many tangible items that surround us. Remind me to share and to not take anything for granted. For these things are Yours.

And finally, Lord, thank you for this little piece of the internet where I can freely express my joys and thoughts and musings with others. I pray that you use it to bless strangers. To encourage. To be real as well, allowing others to “taste and see” for themselves what you have done for us. Life is not always easy. Thank you. Thank you for pruning and sharpening us through trials… and for reminding us that only through pruning do we bear fruit.

As we go into this week, give us the energy we need to continue to do all the things. The resignation to push forward and do all the hard stuff. The self control to choose peace when we are pushed to our limits. And in it all, help us to be thankful!

With all the sincerity of my heart,

Amen.

PHOTO: FRANK SPINELLI/GETTY IMAGES

Decorating for Fall

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This was the display at the front of our new church on Sunday. Simple. Rustic. Country. And I love it! ‘Tis the season of change in Ontario and it’s never more evident than in the heart of farm country! Our neighbours have started harvesting the soy bean field behind us and we have seen several large green farm vehicles in various fields around. We are still learning about what goes on and will probably never fully understand it all, but we hear that the dust is about to start flying and the roar of tractors and diesel engines will likely be heard for the next several weeks. Months, apparently, if you harvest cow corn for winter. It’s not dry and ready until December we’ve been told – if you want to “silo” it.

The sun sets so early now. Yet the colours are absolutely spectacular! Vibrant pink hues against the golden fields and touches of auburn yellow and orange forests mix with the still green rolling hills of our pathway home. Tonite, as we walked the dog, I marvelled at a vine so crimson, it looked almost dyed. Dipped in some cherry stain – rich and fermented. Like a well aged wine.

Of course, fall fair season has begun. That’s when your sense of smell takes over from sight. Fried donuts and funnel cakes. Cinnamon and cloves in the baked goods. Apple pies. Pumpkins and root vegetables. Rich coffee with cream that warms your insides. Now that I have my own barn and have been to the feed lot, I have learned that hay and straw actually has a very sweet smell. Again, slightly fermented. Okay, I suppose you have to include that sharp ammonia smell of urine and manure, since we are musing about the whole gamut of the senses. Let’s pretend we worked hard to muck out the stalls and only fresh, sweet straw is left okay?

My husband is thankful the mosquitoes have disappeared. My garden spider is gone. A few fuzzy caterpillars still cross my path now and then and the squirrels and chipmunks are busier than ever. In the heat of the mid day the wasps still swarm my porch and this weekend the lady bug invasion began. Hundreds of biting beetles snuck in through the cracks and hovered at my front door. Yuk. We vacuumed them up into oblivion.

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I marvel and muse at this time of year because nature simply cannot help but display the majesty of a master artist. If you live in a place that seldom changes with the seasons, I pity you because God’s creation is so diverse, it’s a shame that the entire world doesn’t get to see what we do in Canada. I hope you can love it through my words.

There truly is a season for everything and a time for every activity under Heaven. A unique design for beauty in, essentially, preparation for death. I am trying to prepare myself for winter. It’s an inevitable reality. And like death, it will come all to quickly. Country people prepare for winter. Wood is cut and piled. Chains and winter tires. We need a snowblower. My new bunnies need to be protected from the wind. I wonder if we prepare for death as much as we do winter? That’s a dark reality for thought at another time. Let’s go back to donuts and funnel cakes, shall we?

Canadian Thanksgiving is coming up. We will be celebrating here at the farmhouse and my porch display is lacking. I’m trying to up my decorating game – even found a box labelled “fall” with goodies in it for use. I’m gonna try. I just can’t help but celebrate the beauty it represents! Yet, I am reminded that it goes so much deeper than orange hues and pumpkins – it points to the One who set science ablaze with seasonal changes and a fully functional world based on lifecycles and minute cellular workings that cause food chains to explode with sights, sounds, smells and tastes!

We truly have much to be thankful for. Be blessed, my friends, for there is a supernatural Creator who decorated for fall just for us!

Turkey Coma

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Happy (belated) Canadian Thanksgiving! By the time you read this post, you should be recovering from a “turkey coma” and eating leftovers! We had ham this year, but I have a turkey sitting in my deep freezer for an occasion when I feel the need. So, it got me thinking… why turkey? What fun facts can I learn from such poultry? Who discovered it? And why did God let such a darling bird grow into a grumpy, yet impressive thing? If you’ve been following mittonmusings for any length of time, you know my fascination with chickens… but turkeys could be on a whole other plain. Toms are mean! They will (and have) attacked people. The babies are cute, though…

Baby turkeys are cute!

The male (tom) turkey is the only one that “gobbles”. Allegedly, the girls make a “purring” noise when they are content. Who knew? The females are more like chickens… and I can’t argue with the fact that God made them quite beautiful. In fact, turkeys were once bred for their colourful plumage — not their meat. And an impressive plumage it is: an adult turkey can have 5-6 thousand feathers! Think about that next time you find a stray fluff on your dinner… imagine the Pilgrims plucking those things by hand?!

Now. Back to “Turkey”. How did they get such a name? Apparently, the Spaniards first discovered them in Mexico in the sixteenth century and took them back to Spain as part of their discovery spoils. Eventually, the gobblers made their way to England around 1541 and were given the “exotic” name of an export associated with the Turks. (A “Turkish hen”) Confusion? Yup.

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Still, the birds sure tasted good, and so became a staple eat. Especially at Thanksgiving. We have the Americans to blame for that one. Roasted turkey became a traditional dish after the American revolution when the British loyalists fled to Canada as refugees and brought the meal with them. And so it stays. 39% of the total sales of Canadian turkeys in 2018 were set aside for Thanksgiving dinner. However, Christmas sales totalled 2.7 million birds: 42% of the total year’s sales. A second in the holiday stats? Do we love Christmas turkey more? Maybe only in Canada.

Canadian Thanksgiving, for those of you not from around here, does differ slightly from our neighbours to the south. Not only in our choice of dates, but our holiday involves less football, there’s no big parade, and certainly no black Friday shopping. We get less time off and we tend to focus on the three F’s: food, friends/family and fellowship! Turkey or no turkey.

In fact, our Canadian Thanksgiving is more associated with the harvest season. In 1859, the ministers tried to ask the colonial government to initiate the holiday of Thanksgiving to “thank God for His existence — evident by His bountiful Harvest granted to His people” (a little different from the focus of our American counterparts).

And harvest can be a beautiful time. The weather is great, the colours are fabulous, and the food is plentiful! A perfect excuse for a holiday! Although, I did muse as we drove through the colourful tree-lined roads this weekend: What beauty is in death… the fall colours are really a bunch of tree leaves dying and preparing for a long, hard winter. Sorry, I digress.

Thanksgiving turkeys. Whether you like a stuffed bird or not, the holiday should be about more than the food. Thanks – giving. God reminded His people to celebrate, and celebrate often, in remembrance of all He has done for us! Especially now. In this world so full of despair and darkness, our attitude of gratitude should be all that more evident. I am trying to remember this every time I look at my grocery bill! Thank you, Lord, that I am able to provide for my family. Many are finding it increasingly difficult these days. Is it just me, or are prices going up all around us? But this is a muse for another day. Perhaps, I do need to think about having a few turkeys in my flock of someday-hope-to-have-chickens. I’ll start with the cute little ones.