Nathan unlatched the lock on the door and heaved it upwards. The two flaps fell to each side with a thud. The sunlight blinded him like a spotlight on stage. The cool air filled the shelter and he breathed inward.
“That feels good,” he said.
A cardinal chirped in the distance. Nathan smiled.
There is life out there.
He motioned to his wife and children. “Come on, let’s check things out.”
They climbed the steep stairs and stepped out into their backyard.
Or what was left of it.
Nathan surveyed the neighborhood. Houses, trees, sheds—everything was flattened. Except for a few birds singing, they were greeted with silence.
Why didn’t they listen?
Nathan turned and gazed at his family as they sifted through the devastation.
Lord, thank you for saving them.
He went back into the shelter and brought out some vegetables he had saved from his garden.
“Hey, gather around.”
Nathan placed a couple of husks of corn and a handful of carrots in the fire pit. He lit a match and threw it in. It ignited causing flames to rise.
His wife gasped. “What are you doing? You’re wasting our food.”
“I’m offering God our harvest. Not to worry. He kept us safe, so He’ll provide.”
Nathan glanced back at the neighborhood. A rainbow stretched from one end of his street to the other. The vivid colors made him smile.
Thank you, Lord.
Today is our Canadian Thanksgiving. The harvest colors are in full bloom here in London. My favorites are the reds and oranges—mixed in with the few green leaves left to change. It takes my breath away every year. It’s like God took His paintbrush, dipped it in His palette, and splattered the trees. Spectacular!
This is my favorite time of year. Not only because of the color but because of Thanksgiving. Do you think Noah was thankful when he stepped outside the ark?
Of course. We know that because he gave God an offering. What can we learn from him?
We need to give thanks. For everything—the big, small, and anything in between. I praise God for my family, friends, and everything He’s given me.
What are you thankful for today?
Share your favorite Thanksgiving memory. I’d love to hear it.
Genesis 8:20 (NIV)
“Then Noah built an altar to the Lord and, taking some of all the clean animals and clean birds, he sacrificed burnt offerings on it.”