{"id":9002,"date":"2016-11-21T14:39:21","date_gmt":"2016-11-21T20:39:21","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/hungryformore.org\/?p=9002"},"modified":"2016-11-21T14:39:21","modified_gmt":"2016-11-21T20:39:21","slug":"a-thanksgiving-memory","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/hungryformore.org\/a-thanksgiving-memory\/","title":{"rendered":"A Thanksgiving Memory"},"content":{"rendered":"

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Exhausted, I sat down to the meal. It was the holiday and I\u2019d been preparing this dinner for days now. As my eyes scanned the table, I sensed tension as thick as the slices of turkey on the platter.<\/span><\/p>\n

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Of course, it couldn\u2019t be my fault.<\/span><\/p>\n

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I\u2019d kept my mouth shut when he had lifted no finger to help. <\/span><\/p>\n

I\u2019d kept my mouth shut when he asked how much longer till we ate. <\/span><\/p>\n

I\u2019d kept my mouth shut when he began grazing on items before the Thanksgiving prayer.<\/span><\/p>\n

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\u201cAfter all\u201d<\/em>, I thought smugly, \u201cI, for one, was going to be someone who did all things without grumbling and complaining”<\/em> (Philippians 2:14).<\/span><\/p>\n

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But as I fell into bed that evening, that very verse kept spinning in my mind. Somehow I didn\u2019t feel that my actions had captured it\u2019s essence. Was there something I had missed? Something that I hadn\u2019t embraced behind the meaning of the words? In the quiet of the midnight, the truth of the original language spoke gently.<\/span>
\n\u201cGoggysmos\u201d<\/em> (grumbling) literally means \u201ca secret displeasure, not openly avowed.\u201d<\/em> Evidently, I knew how to grumble all too well \u2014 mumbled muttering I whispered to myself in secret. Oh, I wouldn\u2019t say most of them out loud. But, under my breath, I had some great comebacks. Working out my salvation with fear and trembling meant even these silent murmurings had to stop (Philippians 2:12).<\/span><\/p>\n

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\u201cDialogismos\u201d<\/em> (complaining) is a noun depicting \u201cthe thinking of a man deliberating with himself; the questioning about what is true.\u201d<\/em> Questionings. Doubtings. How often I\u2019d mulled over these very thoughts \u2014 smug sentiments comparing my own competence with someone else\u2019s sad insufficiency. \u201cI can\u2019t believe she\u2019d do it that way\u201d<\/em> or \u201cIt\u2019s doubt they even know how to do it correctly.\u201d<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

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As the Spirit\u2019s nudged me toward truth, I realized that both \u201cgrumbling\u201d<\/em> and \u201ccomplaining\u201d<\/em> point to attitudes of the heart, not merely words off the tongue. Truth isn\u2019t a Thumper mantra (\u201cif you can\u2019t say anything good, don\u2019t say anything at all\u201d<\/em>). Instead, our Father reveals that \u201cthe mouth speaks out of that which fills the heart\u201d<\/em> (Matthew 12:34).<\/span><\/p>\n

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My problem is much deeper than whether or not I speak what I am thinking. To truly prove myself a child of God \u201cabove reproach\u201d<\/em>, my thought life must change. I am to set my mind on things above instead of the dark, critical places of my own preferences (Colossians 3:2). My thoughts are to dwell on \u201cwhatever is true, whatever is honorable, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is of good repute\u201d<\/em>, whatever is excellent and worthy of praise (Philippians 4:8).<\/span><\/p>\n

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What would my holiday look like if I truly followed this train of thought?<\/span><\/p>\n

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I\u2019m not sure. But, I\u2019m determined to find out. Wanna join me?<\/span><\/p>\n

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Exhausted, I sat down to the meal. It was the holiday and I\u2019d been preparing this dinner for days now. As my eyes scanned the table, I sensed tension as thick as the slices of turkey on the platter.   Of course, it couldn\u2019t be my fault.   I\u2019d kept my mouth shut when he had lifted no finger to … <\/p>\n

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