I was elected to give the Thanksgiving meal prayer last night at a family celebration. I spoke of gratitude for our blessings of health, happiness, friends, family, our security, comfort, and the meal. Pretty typical stuff. I asked if anyone had anything to add. The only one who piped up was G, the youngest by far at a table of 10. In his painfully slow, searching for the right word, broken with uh's and ah's speech,
"I'm thankful for my desk that we gave to Uncle S today.
And...I'm thankful for my life."So autistically abstruse: a mundane, irrelevant thought followed by the profound. I'm forever astounded by G and his enlightened words. We are all blessed by his life.
Thank you Lord for my gifts of family, friends, love, laughter, creativity and the pursuit of knowledge.
