From: Mary Zimmerman
Another Thanksgiving Day has come and gone, but are we not to be thankful people all year long? Just think if everyone had the gift of gratitude and used it, this would surely be a more peaceful world.
I would guess everyone has a bit different version of what they are thankful for. My family would rate high on my list; my children (6) all show me so much love and kindness, I am continuously trying to return this love as well. I am thankful for relatively good health at this time. My heart is doing quite well and surely my depression is much better; a bit of insomnia yet.
We have a new great-granddaughter, Aviana Marie Zimmerman, born October 15, weighing in at 2 lb. 5 oz. A bit early but thanks be to God and all the good care she gets at Gundersen’s neonatal, she is doing well. I can’t wait to meet her. That makes a triple 12 - 12 pregnancies, 12 grand-, and 12 great-grandchildren. Oh my. I must be somewhere close to what you call “The Golden Years.”
I could go on and on but space won’t allow it, so last but not least, I thank God for the gift of faith and the opportunity to attend daily Mass. During Mass I often thank God for my prayer requests He has answered, those He is working on, and those He will answer in His time and according to His will. I thank Him for dying on the cross, that we may have eternal joy in heaven. During Mass, right before Communion, as the host (Body of Christ) and the wine (Blood of Christ) are elevated, I visualize Jesus on the cross, His blood flowing into the chalice. I just say thank you, Jesus, for all your love.
Mr. Webster gives this account of Thanksgiving: a day instituted by the Pilgrims to give thanks to God for their survival.
I just want to identify with that momentarily. I am forever grateful that my life was spared a number of years ago while suffering a severe depression, having unintentionally abused my medication, causing me to have a seizure. My son, who had recently moved out of the house, came back at 1 a.m. to pick up something he had forgotten to take. The doors were all locked, so he entered through a window, and found me unconscious on my bedroom floor, 15 minutes away from dying. I was taken by ambulance to the hospital where I stayed for over a month. How traumatic this all was for my family and friends. I just say thanks to them for all the prayers and concern and thanks be to God my life was spared. I was given the chance to do the work I was yet to do. As my good friend Pat Rolbiecki (now deceased) always told me, who else would make pies like that (so many). Also, I wouldn’t have the opportunity to spread the gospel as I try to do within my articles in the Winona Post.
I share my story not for any sympathy, but in hopes of helping someone out of the illness of depression. I realized the antidote was to help others as well as to live, laugh and love. I do think my experience has brought me a deeper respect for all life from conception to natural death and given me the desire to do as many deeds of love and mercy as I can in the time I have left, as I shall not pass this way again.
“Thank you God, for another Thanksgiving Day surrounded by family and bountiful food, Amen.”