Thanksgiving Eve

Thanksgiving is one of my favorite holidays.  On Thanksgiving Eve, our church has a casual worship service that has been one of my favorite times throughout each year we have lived here. Most of the worship service is different people of all different ages from preschool through extremely elderly grandparents who simply share how God has blessed them the past year.  I love listening to what such wise people have to say.  Tonight I loved hearing my kindergarten neighbor around the corner profess how he's thankful God made the world so perfect that if the sun were any farther away we'd freeze and any closer we'd burn up.  I loved hearing grownups tell how God blessed their families and cancer survivors tell how God blessed them in their struggles, and lots of people declare how various people or ministries at church had blessed them.   It was a great service, with so many neat moments.  

After the service everyone eats pie.  There are hundreds of different pies (our church is pretty big).  The kidlets were very, very excited about pie.  They'd been discussing it all day.  We waited in line and each of them picked out their plate of pie.  I was deterred talking to a friend, and when I sat down at the table I noticed that both Dr. Peds and I had picked banana cream (yum).  Sarah had picked the largest piece of pie she could find:  a whipped pumpkin creation.  Mr. SP picked a rich piece of peanut butter pie.  (He does love his peanut butter).  The Banana had a white fluffy mystery pie.  I asked her what kind of pie she picked.  She gave me a big, long, hard, silent look.  She looked down at her pie.  She looked at me again with narrowed eyes and then she picked up her pie plate and looked back at me and held the pie plate as far away from me as she possibly could.  

Obviously, she thought I had ulterior motives.  We never did find out what kind of pie she had, but she ate the whole piece.  Fast.