November is a bittersweet month for me. The weather is wonderful, the leaves are beautiful and Thanksgiving provides a break from the routine. It’s also the month that marks my Grandfather’s death in 1989 and my Grandmother’s birth in 1915. Since her death in 2003, I’ve missed her deeply.
We spent every holiday in the home of these grandparents and they were times full of tradition. In addition to the customary practice of having everyone tell something they were thankful for, each year at Thanksgiving we would sing the doxology before eating our Thanksgiving meal.
I am so thankful I was raised in an extended family that believed “every good and perfect gift comes from the Father,” and that He was to be thanked and praised for His work in our life. To honor the years of teaching by example and — ultimately — to honor and thank our Father for all of those “good and perfect gifts,” I’m sharing a picture of their house and the words to a much-loved praise chorus. Perhaps the music still lingers in the air.
Praise God from whom all blessings flow!
Praise Him all creatures here below!
Praise Him above, ye Heavenly hosts!
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost!