If you’re American like me, you probably ate to the point of questionable sin on Thanksgiving.  It’s what you do!!!  My wife Bonnie spent the entire week preparing for this one meal.  We were blessed to have a home full of family and friends who made room in their busy lives to come eat our food.  We are always humbled and blessed when people choose to spend their valuable time with us.  I was absolutely on cloud nine!

We had a “Blaxican” Thanksgiving.  You see I’m black… in case you weren’t aware and my wife is Mexican.  That translates into more food than you could possibly imagine.  The sheer smells that wafted from our kitchen was enough to draw in the entire neighborhood.  I’m talking 5 turkeys, tamales, ham, sweet potato pie, garlic mash potato’s, Mexican rice, posole, collard greens, chocolate pecan pie, Cornish game hen’s and every other side dish you could possibly imagine.  And… I can’t forget to mention my very own ‘Mac’ Daddy Cheese Balls.’  I hate to brag but I make mac n’cheese that is so good you’ll want to slap my Momma!

The food doesn’t even compare to the sounds of joy that filled our home.  At many points throughout the day I had to scream just to hear the person sitting right next to me!  IT WAS LOUD!  I loved every minute of it.  My favorite moment was when my kids recited Psalm 100 to the crowd of 40+ crazy adults.

Psalm 100
A psalm. For giving grateful praise.

Shout for joy to the Lord, all the earth.
Worship the Lord with gladness;
come before him with joyful songs.
Know that the Lord is God.
It is he who made us, and we are his
we are his people, the sheep of his pasture.
Enter his gates with thanksgiving
and his courts with praise;
give thanks to him and praise his name.
For the Lord is good and his love endures forever;
his faithfulness continues through all generations.

Thanksgiving has taken on such powerful principle in the Powell home.  It’s a time to give praises to God for the many blessings He has given us. I love that we set aside an entire day to do that.  My soul was refreshed by all those who came through our home to share their food, love, encouragement and laughter with us.  I was filled to the point of overflowing.


Now what about all that leftover food!?!

We had more than EVER this year!  We sent our guest home with bags and containers full of the best food you could imagine.  Food that was made with so much love.  Isn’t that how it should be?  I mean… shouldn’t we have more than enough leftover for everyone to take home.  Now I’m not just talking about food you can put in Tuperware containers, I’m also talking about gratitude. 

The challenge I’ve given myself is to not reserve thanksgiving as the only time of year when I share my gratitude and appreciation. Do I have enough “Thanksgiving Leftovers” to give thanks the other 364 days of the year? Do I have enough surplus of love to give away? 

Today I have a fridge full of more leftover food than I can probably eat… okay… maybe I can… but that’s a whole different message.  My point is, do I express thanks and love in a way that shows I have more than enough to give at all times?  Are we sending people home with enough of His love to strengthen them in the days to come?  I sure hope so. That’s undoubtedly what Jesus has called us to do as bearers of his kindness.  It is a mandate that I have committed my life to.  One that keeps my spirit (and my fridge) full all day, every day.