The young doctor emerged from the operating room and approached my dad and me with an unreadable expression.
Our hearts pounded as he lowered his mask—and to our relief, revealed a wide grin. “Good news! The surgery went well. I believe we removed all of the tumor.”
Dad and I hugged the doctor, hugged each other, and then released the breath we’d been holding. Mom had made it through. After nine long hours of brain surgery, this was cause to praise and thank God if ever there was one!
On my drive home from the hospital, I felt as though I couldn’t possibly thank God enough for what He’d done in my life. Of course, I told him how grateful I was, but it just didn’t seem like enough.
Thanksgiving need not come only once a year. Every day is Thanksgiving for the followers of Christ.
I sensed the Lord calling me to broaden my understanding of the subject. I searched the scriptures to open my mind and heart to other ways of showing thanksgiving to God. The search all those years ago has helped me to remain thankful through good times and the trials of life. Little did I know, Mom would develop another brain tumor that would eventually lead her home to Jesus. We would also say goodbye to other precious family members in the years to follow.