Friday, October 23, 2026

The Empty Chair at Thanksgiving: Finding God in the Places Where Love Still Hurts

Scripture: “The LORD is nigh unto them that are of a broken heart; and saveth such as be of a contrite spirit.” — Psalm 34:18 (KJV)

There is something about the holidays that makes us especially aware of who is missing. As Thanksgiving approaches, we begin thinking about family gatherings, favorite recipes, familiar traditions, and the laughter that once filled our homes. Yet for many of us, beneath the anticipation of the season lies a tender ache, because the people who helped make these holidays special are no longer here. Sometimes the hardest part of Thanksgiving is not preparing the meal or gathering the family, but looking at the empty chair and realizing that someone we love will not be walking through the door.

In the South, family has a way of becoming woven into nearly everything we do. We gather around tables heavy with food, pass down recipes written in our grandmothers’ handwriting, tell stories we have heard a hundred times, and laugh at jokes that never seem to grow old. We know who makes the best dressing, whose sweet potato casserole is always requested, and which relative will tell the same story before the meal is finished. These traditions are more than holiday customs. They are pieces of our family history, held together by the people who created them. And when one of those people is gone, even the most familiar gathering can feel painfully different.

This Thanksgiving, my thoughts turn to the people who will no longer be at my table. I think of my mother, my father, and my brother, whose places in my life can never truly be filled by anyone else. I think, too, of my Aunt Bonnie, who recently went home to be with the Lord. Each loss carries its own memories, its own story, and its own particular ache. As the holidays draw near, I find myself remembering the laughter, the conversations, the ordinary moments that seemed so unremarkable at the time but have become precious treasures now that I cannot experience them again in the same way.

Perhaps you know that feeling, too. You may be preparing a holiday meal while remembering someone who once stood beside you in the kitchen. You may find yourself reaching for the phone to call a parent before remembering that the familiar voice you long to hear is no longer on the other end. Perhaps a certain song, a favorite dish, or a story told around the table suddenly brings tears to your eyes. Grief has a way of finding us in the smallest details, often when we least expect it.

We do our best to remember the good things. We tell the old stories, share the funny memories, and repeat the expressions that made our loved ones so wonderfully themselves. We smile when someone tells a story we have heard countless times, and sometimes we laugh so hard that, for a moment, we almost forget the sadness. Those memories are gifts, and we should treasure them. But as beautiful as they are, they cannot bring our loved ones back. The laughter fades, the dishes are cleared, and eventually we find ourselves facing the truth again: someone we love is missing.

So how do we continue when a part of our heart seems to be missing, too?

Perhaps the first thing we must understand is that continuing does not mean forgetting. It does not mean we must stop crying, stop missing someone, or pretend that the holidays are just as they have always been. Moving forward is not a betrayal of the people we have lost. It is learning to carry their love with us into a life that looks different without their physical presence. We can honor their memory while allowing ourselves to experience new joys. We can laugh without feeling guilty, celebrate without believing we have forgotten, and give thanks even when gratitude and sorrow sit side by side.

Scripture reminds us in Psalm 34:18, “The LORD is nigh unto them that are of a broken heart.” Notice what this verse does not say. It does not promise that God's people will never have broken hearts. It does not suggest that faith will make every painful memory disappear or that a believer should be able to move through grief without tears. Instead, it offers a beautiful assurance: when our hearts are broken, God draws near.

What a comfort that is during the holidays. When we sit at a table that feels incomplete, God is near. When we quietly wipe away tears while everyone else is talking, God is near. When we wonder how to celebrate Thanksgiving with a heart that is both grateful and grieving, God is near. We may not always feel His presence as strongly as we wish, and we may not understand why the journey through loss must be so painful. But His nearness does not depend on our ability to hold ourselves together.

Jesus Himself understood sorrow. In John 11:35, we read two simple words: “Jesus wept.” He wept at the tomb of Lazarus, even though He knew that death would not have the final word in that story. His tears remind us that sorrow is not a failure of faith. Love grieves when someone precious is gone. If Jesus could stand beside those who mourned and weep with them, then we do not have to hide our sadness from Him. We can bring our tears, our questions, our loneliness, and even our anger into His presence. He already knows the weight we carry.

As Christians, we also hold to a hope that reaches beyond the empty chair. We believe that death is not the end of the story for those who belong to Christ. Jesus promised in John 14:2–3 that He was going to prepare a place for His followers and would come again to receive them unto Himself. That promise does not erase the pain of separation today, but it gives us something precious to hold on to when the distance between heaven and earth feels unbearably wide. Our tears are real, but so is our hope.

This Thanksgiving, perhaps we can find a gentle way to make room for both. We can set aside a moment to speak the names of those we miss. We can prepare a favorite dish in their honor, tell a story that makes everyone laugh, or invite each person at the table to share a memory of someone who is no longer with us. We can continue cherished traditions, and we can create new ones when the old traditions hurt too much to carry on in the same way. There is no single right way to grieve, and there is no requirement that every holiday look exactly as it did before loss entered our lives.

Most importantly, we can remember that the people we have lost leave behind more than an empty chair. They leave lessons, laughter, values, traditions, and expressions of love that continue to shape who we are. Perhaps we see our mother's kindness reflected in the way we care for someone else. Perhaps we hear our father's wisdom in the advice we give our children. Perhaps our brother's sense of humor lives on in the laughter of the family. Perhaps Aunt Bonnie's memory will remind us to cherish the people God has placed in our lives today. Their earthly lives have ended, but the love they gave us remains part of our story.

And maybe that is one way we learn to continue: by allowing the love we received to become love we give. We cannot bring our loved ones back, but we can carry forward the good they planted in us. We can make the phone call, extend the invitation, forgive the disagreement, and take the time to sit a little longer with someone who needs our company. We can stop assuming there will always be another Thanksgiving to say what needs to be said. Our losses remind us that the people gathered around our tables today are precious gifts, too.

If you are approaching this Thanksgiving with a heavy heart, please do not measure your gratitude by how little you cry. You can thank God for the blessings you still have while longing for the blessings you have lost. You can smile at a memory and still wish you could have one more conversation. You can trust God's promises and still struggle with the silence left behind. These feelings are not contradictions. They are part of being human, part of loving deeply, and part of learning to live with a loss that has changed you.

So when you look at that empty chair this Thanksgiving, remember that it tells only part of the story. It tells you that someone you love is no longer physically present, but it cannot tell you that their love meant nothing, that your memories have lost their value, or that your future holds no joy. And it certainly cannot tell you that God has abandoned you in your sorrow.

The chair may be empty, but the love is not. The table may be different, but the memories remain. And even when grief makes our hearts feel hollow, we can trust that the God who drew near to us in our happiest moments will draw near to us in our loneliest ones, carrying us gently through the holidays until we learn to smile again without feeling that we have left our loved ones behind.

A Closing Prayer

Heavenly Father, as Thanksgiving approaches, I come before You with a heart that holds both gratitude and grief. Thank You for the people You placed in my life, for the love they gave, the memories we made, the laughter we shared, and the traditions that became part of our family story. Thank You for my mother, my father, my brother, and my Aunt Bonnie. Though I miss them deeply, I am grateful that I had the blessing of loving them and being loved by them.

Lord, I pray for everyone who is dreading the holidays because someone precious will be missing. Comfort those who will face their first Thanksgiving without a loved one, and strengthen those who have carried their grief for many years. Sit beside those who feel alone in a crowded room. Give peace to those who cannot stop the tears and reassurance to those who wonder whether they will ever feel joy again. Remind us that we do not have to hide our broken hearts from You.

Help us treasure the people who remain, honor the memories of those who have gone before us, and carry their love into the days You have given us. When we see the empty chair, remind us of the love that filled it. When the sadness comes, draw near. And when we struggle to understand how to go on, hold us firmly in the promise that neither death nor sorrow can separate us from Your love in Christ Jesus.

Thank You for the hope of heaven, for the promise of Your presence, and for the assurance that our tears are never unseen by You. Teach us to give thanks not because life has been free of loss, but because Your love remains faithful through every season.

In Jesus' precious name, Amen.

Thursday, April 16, 2026

Learning to be in this season

As I near 70, I’m learning something I resisted for longer than I’d like to admit, my body has its own agenda now.

It doesn’t always move when I want it to move, and it certainly doesn’t move as fast as it used to. Somewhere along the way, “just push through it” quietly turned into “maybe you should sit down for a minute.” And as much as I hate to admit it, those rest breaks? I need them.

Since my knee replacement, things feel different. Not bad… just different. My stamina isn’t what it once was, and I’ve had to come to terms with the fact that I can’t do everything the way I used to. That realization has been humbling. It’s also been a little frustrating, okay, sometimes a lot frustrating.

And then there’s this thought that sneaks in every now and then: I likely have more years behind me than ahead of me.

That one will stop you in your tracks if you let it.

But instead of letting it steal my joy, I’m trying to let it sharpen my focus. I’m learning, slowly, to take life one day at a time and truly enjoy it. Not rush through it. Not wish it away. Just… be in it.

And honestly? This new little life we’ve stepped into is helping me do just that.

We’ve been in our new home for exactly one month and one day. Long enough for the boxes to (mostly) be gone, but not quite long enough to feel like seasoned locals. Our home sits on a quiet cul-de-sac, and behind us is one of my favorite places, our screened-in back porch.

We recently had it finished, and it has quickly become our little sanctuary.

There are large trees that sway in the breeze, offering shade like a gentle hug on warm Georgia days. We sit out there and read, share lunch now and then, and listen to the sounds of nature like it’s our own personal playlist.

And then… there are the geese.

A whole flock of Canadian geese visits the pond behind our house daily, and let me tell you, they do not arrive quietly. There’s nothing subtle about a goose landing. It’s a full production, honking, flapping, splashing… it’s like they’re announcing, “We’re here!” whether you’re ready or not.

We laugh every single time.

Just this morning, a great white egret made an appearance, standing so still and elegant it felt like we were watching something sacred. Moments like that slow me down in the best way.

I’ve spent my whole life with animals, and while we’ve talked about maybe getting a small dog (our fenced yard would make it easy), we’ve both come to the same conclusion, we travel too much. As much as I love animals, I think our pet-owning days may be behind us.

And you know what? That’s okay.

These days, I find just as much joy in the birds that visit our feeders and the wildlife that passes through. There’s something peaceful about appreciating them without needing to chase them down or clean up after them.

(That might be one of the hidden blessings of this season.)

We haven’t made friends yet, but we’ve waved to a few neighbors, and that’s a start. This Sunday, we’re planning to visit a local church, and I’m hopeful we’ll find a place to belong, a community to grow into.

I’ve never been someone who enjoys change. In fact, if I’m being honest, I usually resist it with everything I’ve got.

But this change?

This one feels like a gift.

A quieter pace. A softer rhythm. A chance to breathe a little deeper and notice the things I might have missed before.

I’m even dreaming about planting flowers in the backyard, something that will invite butterflies to join us. Because if this season is teaching me anything, it’s this:

There is still beauty to cultivate.
There is still joy to be found.
And there is still life to be fully lived.

Even if I need to sit down a little more often while I’m doing it.

Thursday, April 2, 2026

New City, new season of life

Well, a lot has changed since I made my last blog post. We put our house on the market for sale the middle of February and the day after we put it on the market, we had a solid contract - a cash offer! God is so good and we even got our asking price which was a huge blessing. 

We had one month to pack up, move, and find a new house. So the month of February went by quickly but we were able to accomplish all of those goals. 

We found a lovely home in a city of rural Georgia that is known for agriculture. It has been a huge blessing to be here and be around gorgeous peach trees, pecan orchards, and nature in general. 

We finished unboxing the last few things yesterday and are finally feeling at home in our new house. Now we can focus on finding a good church, making new friends, and getting used to this new city. 

This season of our lives feels so different. We are realizing we have more years behind us than we have ahead of us. With that in mind, we've tried to start focusing on taking one day at a time instead of being long range planners. 

We are looking forward to what the future holds and we know that God has great things in store for us. 

While we will miss our old city, and the friends we had there, we are looking forward to the changes ahead. It is hard to be away from all of our family, but they can come visit whenever they choose. 

Change has never been easy for me. I like things to stay the same, but God is teaching me that change can be good. All I have to do is relax and go with it. So that's what I'm trying to do this year- take one day at a time, enjoy whatever that day brings, and be thankful.

Our real estate agent came by yesterday to bring us a closing gift. She had wanted to do it earlier but was having this special made. It's a carving that is an exact replica of our home. It was extremely thoughtful and kind of her. 

I do want to mention we had an unexpected visitor today - a large black rat snake. I don't know how he managed to get in the yard and get under the fence but he did. Hubby was scared to death! I took a garden rake and flung him over the side of the fence so he can be closer to the pond. You never know what a day is going to hold that's for sure!

Tuesday, March 3, 2026

Nature Poems to See By - a book review


Recently, I was given a complimentary copy of Nature Poems to See By: A Comic Artist Interprets More Great Poetry, illustrated by Julian Peters, and published by Plough Publishing House. As someone who has long loved poetry—and who also happens to be a visual learner—I was immediately intrigued. This book beautifully marries both worlds, pairing beloved classic poems with expressive comic-style artwork that brings each piece to life.

The collection includes twenty-four classic poems thoughtfully arranged by the seasons of the year. Each selection is accompanied by carefully crafted illustrations that illuminate the heart of the poem without overpowering it. The comic art format offers a fresh and accessible way to experience poetry, allowing readers not only to read the words but to see them unfold.

I believe this book will appeal to a wide range of readers. Adults will appreciate revisiting treasured classics in a new format, while younger readers—especially those who may feel intimidated by traditional literary works—may find the visual storytelling an inviting doorway into poetry. By presenting these works through art, the book gently encourages curiosity and may even spark a lifelong love for verse.

Many of my personal favorites are included—poems I first encountered in high school and others I’ve discovered over the years. Reading Daybreak in Alabama by Langston Hughes (which was new to me and a wonderful surprise), alongside classics like Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening by Robert Frost, Fog by Carl Sandburg, and Sonnet 18 by William Shakespeare, transported me back to my ninth-grade English classroom, where a teacher with a deep love for poetry faithfully introduced us to it each day. Those early encounters shaped my appreciation for the written word, and this book rekindled that same sense of wonder.

I am grateful to Plough for publishing such a thoughtful and creative work. I look forward to sharing this book with my grandchildren—some already in their teen years and others still young enough to sit close and turn the pages slowly. I can already imagine reading the poems aloud, watching their eyes move between the lines and the artwork, and witnessing that spark of discovery as they begin to fall in love with poetry and art in their own way.

A special thank you to Plough Publishing House for providing this complimentary copy in exchange for my honest review.


Saturday, February 21, 2026

Bread and Wine - Readings for Lent and Easter


Bread and wine is a beautiful devotional book filled with poignant readings for Lent and Easter. 

I especially enjoyed the selections written by Oswald Chambers, Watchman Nee, and Madeline L'Engle. 

Readers will enjoy this book because each devotional points to what Jesus did for us on the cross. 

As I read the selections, I felt closer to Christ as my spirit was fed, and  being able to read the thoughts of different authors helped me reflect on various points I had not considered before.

I'm so thankful Plough Publishing offered me an advanced copy in exchange for my honest review.

Tuesday, April 22, 2025

To Go on Living by Narine Abgaryan


Recently, I was given a complimentary copy of the book, "To Go on Living," by Narine Abgaryan. I had no idea what the book was about until I started reading. 

I was captivated after reading the first chapter. I knew nothing about the country of Armenia or about the conflict between Armenia and Azerbaijan. I've never been much of a history buff, but found these very poignant stories touching my heart. 

The author uses a very descriptive writing style and immediately draws the reader in. Though the  stories were very difficult to read, I was thankful to have the opportunity to read them. They helped me understand the realities of war. 

I was astounded at the ability of the people mentioned to rise above their situations. Their resilience was astounding. I don't think I'd I've been able to respond in the same way if I'd experienced the tragedies they had experienced. I would like to think that I would be able to have a positive outlook on life as they did, but I'm not sure I would have been able to do that.

As I read, it seemed to me that each person in the story had accepted war as an integral part of life and had learned to either accept or reject it. As they learned to accept it, they managed to find a way to keep on living. 

Two quotes in the book really touched my heart: "To write about a war means almost destroying any hope within yourself. Like staring death in the face while trying not to avert your eyes. Because if you do, you will have betrayed your own self." And the other one, "Life is fairer than death, and that's what encapsulates it's unbreakable truth. It is necessary to believe this in order to go on living."

Those powerful words gave me a new perspective. 

I would like to thank Plough publishing for allowing me the honor and privilege of reviewing this book. I would highly recommend it to anyone interested in history but also to those interested in learning how to overcome tragic circumstances.

Easter - The Rest of the Story by Rick Renner

Recently I had the opportunity to read the book easter, the rest of the story by Rick Renner. It's a beautiful book filled with truth and told in a way that's very easy to understand even for non-believers. I enjoyed the beautiful artwork and a constant references to scripture to support the author's points. 

Pastor Renner uses both Hebrew and Greek word studies to help readers understand more in depth the things the Bible teaches about the resurrection of our Lord and savior, Jesus Christ. 

I've been a Christ follower for 60 years and have read the Bible more times than I can count but this book brought forward some points I had not focused on in the past. 

I think readers will find this book a very worthwhile investment and a very coveted edition to their personal library. 

I would highly recommend this book not only for its faith value but for its historical value as well. 

When readers understand the depth of the sacrifice our lord gave for us on the cross, I'm sure their hearts will be touched deeply and in ways they never expected.