Americans are celebrating their Thanksgiving holiday today. Here, it’s just a regular day (We had Thanksgiving back in early October) with mail delivery and everything. I’m thankful for my mailman, who regularly delivers packages of good things to me. I’m also thankful for online shopping, the only way we can get some of the things we need (like the tubes for my son’s old amp that came in the mail today), and the least expensive way to get other items (like the Manitoba wild rice I received yesterday).
I’m thankful for the variety of food available to me. When I first moved here—35 years ago now—the pickings in the grocery store were pretty slim, especially in the winter. It’s not like that anymore, and I’m thankful for it. I’m thankful for the people who stock the supermarket shelves and the truckers who bring the food up the Alaska highway.
I’m thankful for my furnace and my warm bed. While I’m thinking of it, I’m thankful for the man who delivers oil for my furnace. Whether he knows it or not, he is an instrument of God’s providence for me.
I’m thankful that God is good and that he provides good gifts for us.