A Thanksgiving Love Letter
My annual tradition is to read this letter on Thanksgiving morning before I begin preparing food, or as is the case this year get on my flight. I hope you enjoy it once again!
It was written on Thanksgiving Day, 1945 by my Grandfather, Rev. Dr. W.W. Jones to my Grandmother, Adena White Jones, before he returned home from serving as a chaplain in WW2. They were newlyweds and were expecting their first child – my father. I am thankful!
Thanksgiving Day, 1945
For some reason on this Thanksgiving day my thoughts have picked up that little phrase someone wrote us when we were married. “May there be just enough clouds to make the sunset beautiful.” Of course it would be quite a shallow view of life if we thanked God only for the bright and pleasant things. For this would be such a dreadful place in which to live without the clouds and the rain. So I’m especially thankful today that I have you for my sunshine, and we can look out all our windows at the clouds, which will make our sunset beautiful, and that you will always be there to warm my heart when it is cold, to be my strength when I would falter, to hold my hand when I have lost the way. Continue reading