The dishes are done. The house is quiet. The leftovers have become reminders. Reminders of time. Reminders of grace.
The rush slows, but reflection remains.
We start thinking of what’s next—December, Advent, Christmas.
But something inside us still lingers in gratitude.
After Thanksgiving, the gratitude that mattered most wasn’t spoken out loud. It was lived. In the small moments. In the unseen kindnesses. In the silent prayers.
In Equilibrium, I wrote about living steady on uneven surfaces. This space—between gratitude and hurry—is one of those uneven places. It’s easy to lose balance. To let the noise of the next season drown out the quiet joy of the last one.
But this year, maybe we carry Thanksgiving forward. Not as leftovers, but as a lifestyle.
Let gratitude guide your steps into December.
Let the memories of grace become the rhythm of your heart.
After all, the feast ends—but the thanks doesn’t.
