You may or may not have noticed that most of my thanksgivings this year have been for quiet, ordinary, hobbit like things. This may seem insignificant to most of you, but for me it’s very important. For most of my life I wanted to be different, unique, weird even. my husband used to tease me by calling me “vanilla”. Just plain Jane vanilla. It irritated me so much cause I wanted to be different. I wanted to be an elf and not a hobbit. Hobbits were so ordinary.
Over the years my attitude changed. I began to see the magic, joy, and beauty of everyday ordinary delights. I, by God’s grace, found contentment in the common. And much to my surprise, I didn’t find boredom but abundance. I didn’t find dull existence, but the quiet magic all the Hobbits have that I just couldn’t see before.
Now, I smile at the light over the stove that we leave on to welcome us back home in the evening. I love a clean house and a made bed. I love a messy house that says family and friends were here. I love living in the same place with the same people. I love the change of season. I love good bread and good beer. I love snuggles under blankets with a man I’ve known most of my life. I love everything the familiar adventure of traditions.
I love the ordinary. God is so kind to us to give us such beautiful gifts.
Happy Thanksgiving !