As if serving Thanksgiving Pig instead of Thanksgiving Turkey wasn’t breaking with tradition enough, this particular year we’d managed to take Thanksgiving sacrilege to a whole new level.
But isn’t it just like God to tuck divine lessons into the most ordinary of life? Who knew a simple card table would become sacred ground?
By the way, lest you get the wrong idea…this was no big, fancy, plastic table, à la Target. Nope, this was just your standard vinyl-topped, four-chair table from the corner discount store.
And, bless the soul who came to supper last, ending up with the “special seat.” (Read: lawn chair tightly squeezed into a corner sliver of the table.)
That November, we had a house for sale in one state while renting in another. And I’ll give you three guesses which house held the furniture.
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