Thanksgiving is tomorrow. Just at this moment, I’m thankful for the sunshine glinting off the few golden leaves left on the maple tree outside my window.
Now Thank We All Our God–by the choir and orchestra at First Plymouth Church in Lincoln, Nebraska.
A beautiful song always helps, but I see no sunshine here, just snow.
Snow is a luxury around here, and I’m thankful for it when we get it. I might well be the only one who is, though.
Enjoying a beautiful Fall day here as well. This is the day the Lord has made. As Isaiah liked to say, “Sing to the Lord with thanksgiving.”
Glorious!