pumpkin pie

Gratitude & Pumpkin Pie.

//after 6 months of living in India.
It’s hard to believe it’s the middle of November here.  With consistent 80-90 degree weather, it feels like summer is never-ending.  I’m reminded that cooler temperatures do exist as I scroll through social media and envy those who are happily wearing thick sweaters and scarves–teasing those on the other side of the world with that delightful red cup (likely filled with some flavour of magical pumpkin spice).
Flavour.  Colour.  My auto-correct won’t allow me to type those words the American way.  We’re influenced by the British here, so it’s their way.  For now.
I can’t really complain that summer is never-ending.  I’m writing this as I dangle my feet into a beautiful pool of water, surrounded by palm trees.  Life is good.
I’m enjoying India.  Every day.  There is always something new to see, try, taste..  That reminds me.  Thanksgiving is coming up this week, and I keep informing my team of the importance (i.e. mashed potatoes, gravy, turkey, my grandmother’s famous stuffing, pumpkin pie, pecan pie, chocolate pie, that orange salad my aunt makes… *sigh*).  I’ve decided I’m going to make a pumpkin pie from scratch in India this Thursday to celebrate.  I’ll let you know how it goes. *feeling hopeful*
Thanksgiving also reminds me of what it is actually meant to :: gratitude.
I’m not sure I can portray with words the way my heart has come to know gratitude this year.
I quit my job, packed up my belongings, and moved to India with whatever I could fit into two (quite large) suitcases.  I have less now than I have ever had before, and somehow I feel as though I lack nothing.  Every month, I have to trust that God is going to provide for every need that I have.
And every month–He does.
He provides through people.  I am so grateful for the people that are in my life.  For the friends and family that support me and welcome me home to America each time I visit (for the food–thank you for the food).  For new friends (and family) that I have met in India that carefully watch over me–every single step.  Most especially, for the children I work with here, that daily remind me that I. am. incredibly. blessed.
I believe blessing does not come from wealth, or power or prestige–but straight from the hand of the God who leads you into the unknown.
It is there (somewhere like a desert, like where the Israelites wandered around for 40 years desert–not dessert. I wish) that you actually come to know the faithfulness of our God.
So, with that being said–this is my Thanksgiving.
I’m thankful for:  faithfulness, mercy, grace and love.  I’m thankful for family, great friends, food and laughter.  I’m thankful for coffee, good books, and for warm (& warmer) weather.  I’m thankful for the way the Mavs are playing and for the snow that I will see when I am home for Christmas.
Thankful for this year–thankful for you.
Love always,
Amy
PS:  Please pray for the pie I’ll be making on Thursday.  Amen.