Two cultures came together that first Thanksgiving in 1621 to celebrate a harvest of not only food but relationship.
Half of the English foreigners died from starvation the previous winter. The foreigners laid aside their attitude of superiority to learn when the natives’ offered their successful farming techniques.
For a season, both cultures laid aside prejudice. At the first Thanksgiving, both cultures came together to celebrate a Great Spirit that helped them survive with bounty.
Gratefulness shared with others seals friendship. What a celebration it must have been!
I am so grateful for the moments when we can lay aside our prejudice. Thanksgiving to me is most about connection without pretense with our fellow man.
The opposite of prejudice isn’t tolerance, it’s humility.
Humility is Christ’s holiness within us. I’ve always struggled with thinking I’m holy, even when Christ says I am. Holy says divine and sacred to me. Yes, Christ within me is divine and sacred. However, nothing about my human self is divine or sacred, except the spark of life, which again is from God.
God shows me holiness feels like humility in my heart. We are set apart. We are set apart knowing that everyone needs to be loved, whether they seem like they ‘deserve’ it or not.
Sometimes humility comes from a little scolding when we get too big for our britches and are brought down a notch or two. Or sometimes humility wells up out of love and compassion.
Humility is looking at the dirty, homeless woman in the park and knowing she could teach you something. She must have a brilliant creative streak. She ingeniously lives on the streets. Could I survive on the streets? Probably not.
Humility is looking at the husband you are sometimes disgruntled with and seeing he could teach you something. He has useful qualities you don’t have (and I don’t mean male plumbing). Humility takes your heavy heart and makes it grateful for the talents of others.
When others have hard things to tell us, humility listens with safe, accepting ears. Humility doesn’t listen for the right moment to attack. Humility listens for the right moment to love.
Humility is knowing you have the power to unleash incredible good out of people. This power comes from love. The kind of love Christ showed. He knew everyone had something wonderful inside of them. He valued every quirk and weird behavior because he knew their hearts. Christ saw a short adult man scurry up a tree. This short little man was a con and maybe a bully. Christ saw Zacchaeus’ heart and invited himself to Zacchaeus’ house. Christ unleashed incredible good out of Zacchaeus that day when Zacchaeus pledged to never con again and pay four times over what he had stolen.
Be humble with yourself! It’s OK to graciously acknowledge God gave you talents that others don’t have. You have the power to unleash incredible good out of yourself.
Humility tastes like honey. As low libido wives, it’s easy to look on the surface of sex where the bees live. If we don’t look deep inside to see the honey, all we hear is the sting of, ‘he only wants me for one thing.’
Looking deep to see the honey is to understand that physical connection is how your husband’s heart embraces your essence. It’s not easy to think about sex differently than you always have. Even so, you have the choice to do so.
Once we see the honey, we can reach in with a fingertip and sample the nectar.
Sexual intimacy isn’t something I have to do. It’s something I choose to experience. It’s something I choose to unwrap. I choose to overcome my low libido nature with the divine help of the Holy Spirit. If I hadn’t made the choice I wouldn’t be relishing the sweet happiness of melded hearts, as well as a beautiful physical experience. And, as my good-willed husband sees me working to understand his nature, he begins to consider mine.
I pray connection without pretense with your loving man, especially since I realize sometimes it does feel like two foreign cultures trying to understand one another. I pray the joy of celebration over you both.
Gratefulness and humility shared with your husband isn’t solely about sex. However, I think sex is a part of a healthy marriage that celebrates what God designed. I pray Thanksgiving in your bedrooms.
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