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Robin is the author of For All Who Wander, her relatable memoir about wrestling with doubt that reads much like a conversation with a friend. She's as Southern as sugar-shocked tea, married to her college sweetheart, and has three children. An empty nester with a full life, she's determined to...

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  1. Robin,

    What an incredible idea. I have the perfect little canister from the dollar store and I’ll cut strips of paper for thankful submissions to read around the Thanksgiving table over dessert. And I’m sharing the idea your devotional and Twitter.

    Sending you Thanksgiving joy,

    Lisa Wilt

  2. Dear Robin……………I enjoyed reading your devotion today; however, to be honest, it also made me very sad. I am a 77 year old woman living in a facility for independent living, but only because my husband has the violent type of dementia and tried to kill me in one of his dementia rages. He would not do what the doctors told him and the first thing was he absolutely had to stop drinking drinking all together. To upset me and the neurologists, he increased how much he was drinking and said there was nothing wrong with him. DENIAL, now for 6 years. Here is where I connect with your words, Robin. I know God does not like us thinking of the past, but that is where my happiness lies. We used to have large family gatherings at every what I now call “Holy Days” which I learned from one of the (in)courage devotions. After my Mother could not do Thanksgiving anymore, I told her I could do it and I would take that week off from work and spent all that time cooking and baking. I loved it. At those times I always asked to go around the table and just tell us 1 thing that we were thankful for, before we prayed and of course, ate. It was perfect. Your ideas are great, Robin. Here is why I said reading your words, it also made me very sad. We had one child from my then boyfriend date raped me and I got pregnant . I fought like the devil, but was no match for a guy who just graduated from college and was an athlete. He wanted me to get an abortion and I said NO. I wondered why a so called devoted Catholic would even suggest such a thing. So much more but fast forward. We had to get married and I had to sign a paper that the child would be brought up in the Catholic faith. I told the priest I couldn’t do that, but my husband would have to take care of that piece as I am a Protestant who now have gone to the same church for 70 years. Jim did this, but Aron (my son) did not like it. I also tried to tell him the importance of learning and building his faith over the years. This is what I did. He did not welcome this and when he went off to college he stopped going to church and never went back to it. He lived with us for 35 years until he finally found a permanent job and moved. Meanwhile, as our parents and aunts and uncles died one by one until it was just us, the next generation left and we were so heartbroken that we thought we couldn’t do those gatherings without our parents and so we lost contact with each other. I am trying to find these cousins and do something together, but the crux of this story as one night my son called me and told me I was a liar about his father and it was just old age, but he did not even come to see us for almost a year. He said he no longer considered me his mother and I could not ever see or speak to my at that time 12 year old grandson. He just then hung up on me and I have not seen or even heard from him and his wife for almost 2 years, so everything I tried to instill in him while he was living with us about faith etc. ended up for naught. When they were expecting a baby that first year, I begged him to join a church and stick with it. NO. He would not and so my grandson was not even baptized which I still cry about as that is one of the 2 covenants in our church, the other being Holy Communion. Carter has never been introduced to faith, God, Jesus and Holy Spirit etc. I know he would love it. Finally and I am sorry I have gone on so long is that where I live everyone here has relatives that will come and take them to their house for Thanksgiving so once again I will be alone. I have to go back to the past for remembering the joy and happiness those gatherings brought to me and of course, December is also a difficult season for me although by myself I celebrate the birth of Jesus. That helps me. I loved your devotion and thank you all for these daily devotions as I do not know how I could make it without all of you women. I feel I have been Blessed by God with the (in)courage women who so, so help me to keep going. Happy Thanksgiving to you, Robin and your family. I am joyful for other people who have these gatherings. I am not jealous, just sad for myself. Love to you…………………Betsy

    • Dear Betsy,

      I hear the unending heaviness and grief in your story. I wish I could hug you. I’m so sorry for all you have suffered and continue to endure. A couple of things come to mind right now:

      One, God passionately loves His daughters and it breaks His heart when they are mistreated; what happened to you is wrong and it grieves God (who will one day bring justice to all injustice). Two, Jesus was a man well-acquainted with sorrow; I pray you find comfort in knowing He prays for us in our trials from a place of intimate experience and empathy. And three, perhaps this is a season to not look back on all those family times now lost, but to look ahead to the hope, security, and future joy of heaven.

      I know these words do not solve your current loneliness or turn back the hands of time on every trauma and trial. But oh how I pray that God will meet you today with His enveloping presence as you keep your gaze fixed on Him. We’re grateful you are part of the (in)courage family and family of God.

      • Betsy,

        I read your words, and your story breaks my heart for all the ways you’ve been hurt. I didn’t know how to respond at first, and I’m so thankful Becky stepped in and expressed God’s truth and the compassion that is inherent in our community here. That incourage might be a place where you are seen, heard, believed, prayed for, and pointed to the truth of God’s word and his love for you reminds me of why we are here. You’re all those things and so much more.

        Perhaps you can seek out the ones who won’t be leaving your community at Thanksgiving. (I work at a CCRC and there will be a fair number of residents who spend time with one another because their families aren’t here or are no longer here.) You’ll form your own special group, and you might be the light they desperately need to see. I’m praying for you this morning that your grief and sorry will be exchanged for thanksgiving and praise. That will be a supernatural work of the Holy Spirit, and a beautiful display of God’s power and love for you. It will mean He gives you the eyes to see his faithfulness and provision in ways it’s hard to remember. Praying for His presence now (and sending you a virtual hug this morning).

  3. Robin,

    Times when I get down I make a thankful journal. On it I list everything from Home in Heaven, salvation, Jesus to car, home, loving hubby & then minor things like paper clips, paper, etc. There are about 200+ items on the list. It changes my attitude quickly.

    I do my best to treat everyone like Jesus would. Showing them love & compassion-even when they are hard to like.

    Blessings 🙂

    • Beth :), It is the minor things you give thanks for that make me smile. It reminds me of my own family’s submissions to our Thankful Box and childlike faith <3. Yours is a practice that honors God and speaks to the power of gratitude. Thank you for sharing about your journal! It's an encouragement to "go and do likewise." 🙂 xo

  4. 1 Thessalonians 5:16-18 NIV REJOICE always, PRAY continually, GIVE THANKS in ALL circumstances; for this is God’s will for you in Christ Jesus.

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