I’m keenly aware that a lot of my dear readers are walking into delicate, tenuous family situations this Thanksgiving. Ouch. I’m so sorry.
Let me tell you about Thanksgiving 2005. I’d told my family in June that I no longer believed in the church. Months later, they were still SO NOT OVER IT. The dinner table felt like a powder keg. I don’t remember much beyond feeling horrible and being disappointed in the lackluster meal. (Canned green beans? Really?)
Fast forward to Thanksgiving 2007. My family wasn’t exactly over the whole testimony loss thing (and they never will be), but the love we had for each other won out. The seething disappointment and anger were gone, and the green beans were fresh.
My wish for all of you is that love will win out. It may not. It may take a really long time. You might have to endure many awkward Thanksgivings. I so hope that you eventually get to have a Thanksgiving without seething disappointment and anger, and with all the fresh green beans, pumpkin pie and mashed potatoes you can eat.
But not turkey, because I’m a vegetarian. Fifth turkey-less Thanksgiving, holla!
