A Place To Go

Good morning! 

As I hurriedly made my last grocery store run of the day before beginning my Thanksgiving preparations,  I was stopped in my tracks by this sight.

This was the truck parked next to me in the grocery store parking lot. They had filled the entire truck bed with turkeys and were just leaving. In an attempt to be congenial,  I told the driver, “I’m glad I’m not cooking at your house!” 🙂 He then explained to me that they were for the John 3:16 mission. 

Ugh! 😦 If I only knew! I should have been cooking at his house. Helping. Offering my time and services to those with less. In need. I instantly felt condemned for my own earlier feelings of frustration for not getting the perfect holiday I so wished for. All my family members together. 

The people that would be eating those turkeys were homeless. They had no home, no friends and family to invite them to dinner and fellowship, no job to afford a turkey dinner of their own.  They would most likely be thankful for very little this year. Thanksgiving dinner. A meal. Period. A hot one. I’m sure who joined them was the least of their concerns. My own selfish desires were now petty and insignificant.  

I entered the store with a renewed perspective. One of greater compassion for those who may not be so thankful on their Thanksgiving day.

I slowed down my pace. I opened the door for an elderly gentleman. I spoke to all I saw. Wishing each of them a happy thanksgiving.  

I saw another elderly man dapperly dressed pushing his cart. I noticed his basket, containing a bottle of sparkling grape juice,  a can of green beans, and one potato. Again. I was touched. I wanted to know his story. Would he be dining alone? He could certainly come to my house! We’d have more than enough! It’s what my mother always did. Opened her home to those without a place to go. 

Do you have a place to go? I found my thoughts drifting to all those I knew that might be alone. Having no place to go. I called or texted every last one of them to wish them a happy thanksgiving. To check on them. 

Do you have a place to go? Not just for Thanksgiving, but when your life comes to its end. If you’re not sure. Just ask. Jesus has already gone to prepare a place for you. For me. A place for each of us.

Let’s all make sure everyone has a place to go. Both in heaven and on earth. On holidays and every day. If you are feeling alone, give me a shout. My door is always open. The door to my heart. ♡ And never forget my friends, with Jesus, you will always have a place to go.

Let not your hearts be troubled. Believe in God; believe also in me. In my Father’s house are many rooms. If it were not so, would I have told you that I go to prepare a place for you? And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come again and will take you to myself, that where I am you may be also.                 John 14:1-3

Love and laughter, 

Sandy

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