Thorough Thoughts This Thanksgiving I Ponder

Opening Reflection

Thanksgiving is supposed to be about gathering—calls, texts, knocks at the door. But sometimes, the silence is louder than the celebration. Sometimes, family gathers at the slightest breeze, and yet we are left outside the circle.

This year, I wrote my way through that silence. I named the ache, remembered the promise I made to my children, and found strength in what God revealed: that my emergency will never be their urgency, but resilience blooms even in solitude.

Thorough Thoughts This Thanksgiving I Ponder

Thorough thoughts this Thanksgiving I ponder,
no phone call, no text message.
no knock the door, did they forget about me, I wonder.

If the wind so much as stirs—
that’s reason for my family to
always, I mean always, get together.
Once again where am I? Left outside the circle,
I am the thought, or
the afterthought,
or the thing they don’t think at all.

I long for their presence,
yet presence forgets about me.
I ache for their voices,
yet silence is the consistency.

I remember the promise I made to my three—
“Yes, I will be there, I put that on me.”
Their invitation was more than a blessing to me,
it was a reminder
that love still can find its way home.
Who’s standing in the way of that, show your face, oh my.
Maybe it’s me asking the wrong ones for help.

I see God has revealed it to me:
My emergency isn’t their urgency—
and it will never be.

Just before the darkness took ahold of me
I find a hidden strength:
to rise and step outside of the silence,
to feast without permission,
to gather joy from the fragments of memory.

I am not erased.
I am not undone.
I am the seed that grows in solitude,
the flame that keeps burning,
shining bright through the night.

Thorough thoughts this Thanksgiving I ponder
but the lesson is clear:
resilience blooms in silence,
determination is my inheritance,
and even forgotten,
I unfold into legacy.

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Even when silence surrounds me, I rise. Even when overlooked, I shine. Even when forgotten, I unfold into legacy.

Final Reminder to Readers

Even I have situations that seem unbearable—times when alone and lonely could be my name. But I know this truth: God is with me every step of the way. His presence is a gift no man can ever take away. And that presence is enough to carry me through silence, through absence, and into legacy.