11/24/2025
Monday Musings
Nov. 24, 2025
I don’t usually start off my Monday Musings with a Scripture but because it’s the holiday season and we're about to or we’ve just celebrated Thanksgiving (depending on when you're reading this), I want to start off with one that sets the tone for this writing, but I will let it be a little homework for you if you don’t know it by heart you’ll have to look it up. It is Matthew 25:35-40.
March 25th, 1965, in Montgomery Alabama there was the conclusion of a historic march from Selma. I was 8 years old, and my mother had loaded me up in the car the day before and we went there to march the last 4 or 5 miles. My mother said to me that this was something that we needed to be a part of. I didn’t really understand at the time. My mom was always on the right side of history. She was a progressive in a day when progressives were unheard of. Especially, a 34-year-old white woman from south Arkansas.
I shared that story with you because as we celebrate this Thanksgiving holiday, I wanted to share what I was thankful for this year. I am thankful for people, like my mother, who believed that God loves us all and that we are supposed to be our neighbor’s keeper.
My dad was always inviting strangers to our house for Thanksgiving and Christmas. After I was grown, he would say when you come for Christmas be sure to bring a woman’s or a man’s gift. And it was always for someone I didn’t know and usually no one else in the family knew them either.
However, this is what I’m thankful for today. The idea, the belief, the understanding that there may be strangers in our midst, but they are all our neighbors. I am thankful for people, like my father, who believed that God loves us all and that we are supposed to be our neighbor’s keeper.
What am I thankful for this year? Parents who adopted me and raised me as their own and taught me how to be a good human being and to love my neighbor.
One last thing I want to say I am thankful for. I am thankful for the life and experiences I’ve enjoyed for the last 7 years here in Bella Vista. I’ve sat and cried with many of you, laughed at some of the awkward moments we shared, rejoiced with many of you during moments of celebration. But most importantly I’ve made friendships that will last a lifetime. Thank you for being there for me during my best and worst of times. God loves you and so do I.
Peace,
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