Liz Curtis Higgs
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Former Bad Girl, grateful for the grace God offers. Happy wife of Bill, one of the Good Guys. Proud mom of two grown-up kids with tender hearts. Lame housekeeper. Marginal cook. Pitiful gardener. Stuff I love? Encouraging my sisters in Christ—across the page, from the platform, online, in person. Unpacking...

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  1. Liz,
    Thank you for taking me on a Thanksgiving walk down Memory Lane…some of it good…some of it not so good. One fact does remain, however, that God has been faithful. Even if Thanksgiving was a bust, the reason for giving thanks has always been good to me. I’m almost embarrassed to admit this (but your post has me thinking); we read scripture at Christmas around the table, but have not done it at Thanksgiving. We pray and share things we’re thankful for, but we have not shared God’s word…and how long have I been a Christian?? Never too late to start a good and fitting tradition!
    May you have a blessed Thanksgiving…

  2. Happy-in-Jesus Thanksgiving, Liz!
    What a wonderful way to share this day with others, with ourselves. Looking back and forward to Our faithful Lord in our lives. As I read your words this day of thanks and praise to our Great God, “My Story” by Big Daddy Weave plays on the radio! Beautiful reminder from both of you this morning…”This is my story, this is my song–praising my Savior all the day long!”

  3. Our first Thanksgiving as a couple was spent with my husband’s family. His mom is a great cook, and they gave me their recipe for sweet potato casserole (never knew they could taste so yummy).
    Have a Happy Thanksgiving Liz.

  4. Recognizing that God’s hands are on all aspects of the lives of my children, even though I sometimes feel like I need to intervene. He is so good, all the time!

    • He IS good, Brandi, and knows our children far better than we do. At 26 and 28, our children amaze us with their wisdom and kindness and common sense. All glory to God on that one!

  5. Liz,
    Great walk down memory lane! I remember being away at college and one family from the church I attended invited me to their house. It was nice to go and spend the day with others. My first Thanksgiving with my hubby we went to my parents house and then to my in-laws. potato casserole!! A good Thanksgiving was 2009. My mother died in August leaving my dad alone. I called my in-laws and they said he could come over. He went for the next 2-3 years!! I would also make plates of food for him to take home.

    Fast forward a few years: My in-laws are older and have medical issues so now we host the dinner at my house. She My mother-in-law is a great cook. She made a great broccoli and sweet makes broccoli casserole, and a dessert. I get the meal from grocery store and heat it up!! These last two years have been a little tougher. My dad is in assisted living and on hospice. Kind of a sad time for me!!
    Blessings 🙂

    • It’s a reality of life that the holidays get harder when we lose people we love, or we watch older family members struggle with health or mobility issues. Sometimes that means taking the pressure off THE DAY and simply making sure to connect in person sometime during this sacred season. At the Higgs house, we give ourselves permission to celebrate Thanksgiving or Christmas on a day other than what the calendar says, in order to accommodate everyone’s schedule. Then, when the “real” day rolls around, it’s blissfully quiet and satisfying, like a found day. Ahhhh.

  6. Sorry this is so late. I really enjoyed your post Liz, thank-you.

    I hope you all had a very Happy, Blessed Thanksgiving.


  7. I love this. The memory it resurrected for me was the first Thanksgiving with my new husband. We were at his folks — one in the throes of dementia, one having just had a major stroke. I made a huge dinner which they hardly touched, his brother showed up and announced that he was fasting for the day, and I can’t even remember what I did with all that food after the dust settled. Oh, God is so good to carry us through days like that with our sanity intact.