...thanksgiving, that is. Meet, right, and salutary whenever and wherever. Last night Cindi's phone rang about 1:30. Didn't recognize the number and so she didn't answer it. They called again. Still let it go. Then Larry Barringer called. Uh-oh. David and Meaghan had a break-in in Italy at the place they were staying. The thief (or thieves) actually robbed them while they asleep in their bedroom. Spooky! So gone are David's SS card, his wallet, their cash, and Meaghan's very nice camera. Much to complain about, right? I've been thinking today much to give thanks for:
Thank you, Father, that David and Meaghan were not hurt;
Thank you, Father, that nothing has been lost that cannot be replaced;
Thank you, Father, that the thieves were apparently scared off before taking the kids' laptops or finding their passports.
Thank you, Father, that they had each other at a very difficult moment and were able to comfort one another other and grow through a taste of adversity.
Thank you, Father, that Meaghan's grandma thought of traveler's insurance.
And thanksgiving also calls forth intercessions:
May it please You to send Your holy angels to stand guard over them;
May it please You to prevent this burglary from weighing on their minds and hearts, turning them to fear;
May it please You to stir them up to thankfulness to You for Your protective care;
May it please you to bring them home in safety and in peace.
Glory to God for all things!