I’m thinking of Amy Grant’s song ‘Til the Season Comes ‘Round Again. I think it’s a Christmas song, but right now it’s fitting.

Come and gather around at the table
In the spirit of family and friends
And we’ll all join hands and remember this moment
‘Til the season comes ’round again
Let’s all try to smile for the picture
And we’ll hold it as long as we can
May it carry us through
Should we ever get lonely
‘Til the season comes ’round again
One night holy and bright
Shining with love from our hearts
By a warm fire,
Let’s lift our heads high
And be thankful we’re here
‘Til this time next year
May the new year be blessed
With good tidings
‘Til the next time I see you again
If we must say goodbye
Let the


I just finished setting the table. Thanksgiving is still four days away but our company will arrive the day after tomorrow and I don’t want to be worried about details.

I’ve never considered myself good at decorating. I’m good at making things cozy, but I can’t say I have a designer’s touch.

My daughter laughed when I told her I was going with a Scandinavian theme for Thanksgiving. “Mom, it’s still Fall!” I don’t care. I wanted to do red and white stripes, and use these cute little mittens. I had a friend make a snowy silver centerpiece.

I love how it turned out.

Whenever I set my holiday table, I like to take my time. I putz. I always have to google for images of where the glasses go. Do you do that?

As I wipe dust off each fork, I think about all the loved ones who’ve gone before me. My mom, whose dishes grace my table. She died when I was 18. Also missing is my dad. He’s been gone eight years. I think about my aunt Claudette and her howling laughter. I think about my six siblings and seven cousins. I remember the punky kids table. Gosh we had fun.

I think about my dear mother in-law, Doris and her ability to make everything special. I think about my father-in-law John—-how he tears up whenever he prays. I think about pie and whipped cream, and Aunt Janet and Gwen. I think about the fun we have doing dishes. And just as the last one gets put away, someone pulls the food back out.

I have an ache in my heart for holidays past. And a hope for 2019.

I pray you have a joyful Thanksgiving.

I give thanks for arriving

Safely in a new dawn, 

For the gift of eyes

To see the world 

The gift of mind

To feel at home

In my life

The waves of possibility

Breaking on the shore of dawn

The harvest of the past

That awakes my hunger

And all the furthering

This new day will bring

-John O’donohue





Lucille Zimmerman is a Licensed Professional Counselor with a private practice in Littleton, CO and an affiliate faculty teacher at Colorado Christian University.

She is also the author of Renewed: Finding Your Inner Happy in an Overwhelmed World. Through practical ideas and relatable anecdotes, readers can better understand their strengths and their passions—and address some of the underlying struggles or hurts that make them want to keep busy or minister to others to the detriment of themselves. Renewed can help nurture those areas of women’s lives to use them better for work, family, and service. It gives readers permission to examine where they spend their energy and time, and learn to set limits and listen to “that inner voice."