Today is special.
(And I won’t ruin the moment by telling you how much I hate pumpkin pie. You’re welcome.)
Pumpkin pie aside, Thanksgiving has always been one of my favorite times of the year. But this year, I realized something new.
We as writers are pilgrims too.
Pilgrim: a person who journeys to a sacred place for religious reasons.
What place more deeply sacred to us than the worlds that live and breathe in our hearts? What more religious reason than that we are children of the living God, and created in His image to create?
Thanksgiving is a time for giving thanks. In our busy, often hectic writers’ ‘New World’ of deadlines, word limits, marketing, gazillionth drafts, and the drive to ‘be successful’, I think we sometimes forget to just stop, breathe, and be thankful.
When was the last time you were simply grateful for the exhausting, exhilarating gift God has blessed you with?
Take a break, just for a minute, from the grindstone, and give thanks for what you have in the here and now. Forget about reviews and blog stats for just a second. Forget about publishing houses and ISBN numbers. Forget about the ever-present drive to finish; to complete, and be thankful for the rare and beautiful gift you have right now.
It can be a heavy load, yes, and there are so many responsibilities with it, but not everyone is blessed with a load that can be this glorious to bear.
Give thanks for the joy it can bring you, and the love that bestowed it.
Oh, give thanks to the Lord, for He is good! For His mercy endures forever.