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Praise the Lord. Give thanks to the Lord, for he is good; his love endures forever. (Psalm 106:1) 

          Yesterday, someone posted a question about traditions for which we’re thankful. It brought to mind, forcefully, a tradition I began possibly more than two decades ago. Sadly, while I was working retail, I found it almost impossible to bring myself to maintain the tradition. My attitude during this time of year would not let me. Then, when I started travelling with my father, space was at a premium. Now, I can begin it again.

          It’s a simple tradition, really. Since I had no presents to put under my Christmas tree, I decided to find things that represented gifts God has given me – usually intangible gifts. I have three ceramic Saint Nicholases representing the traditions of England, Germany, and France. Those are three of my four major ethnic heritages. They’re up north and too large where I am, but they were the inspiration for the idea.

          I need to do this, and I’ve already begun. I have a clay pot filled with Granny Smith apples, which represent teaching. I like my teaching (in either direction) to be crisp and tart. I’ve placed a copy of my family’s history and a Bible on my ottoman, representing my heritage and my family, and the Word of God. My picture of my parents is already up, as are my covers for my books, which represent imagination. I have other pictures that represent, among other things, beauty and humor.

          This year, especially, I think we need to connect to our blessings in as deep and concrete ways as we can. We need to put up lights, decorate, and find ways to remind ourselves of the things for which we are grateful. Perhaps putting stuff out isn’t your thing -  but find a thing that reminds you of all that is good, and of God.

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